*DISCLAIMER* NOT FOR WEAK TUMMY TYPES...

i went to clean for the old gay dudes this morning.

i have nothing against gay/lesbian/people of color or any other "type" of people. (except mean people. i detest mean people). so it's not the fact that they're gay. it is, however, the fact that THERE WAS POOP ALL OVER ONE OF THE TOILETS.

so i'm back home just an hour after i left. yes, i've disinfected my hands, altho i'm wondering if that's enough. i'm going to email joe's son, jeff, who set the whole thing up for us, and suggest that, perhaps, they get a professional cleaning service (in biohazard suits) to come in and do the cleaning.

there were many other things i found upon a more thorough inspection that were ewwwwwwwww, but i could have dealt with them. and now i'm having thoughts running thru my head about all kinds of gross, unsanitary and potentially health-risking situations.

*shudder*

i really feel sorry for these guys (but not THAT sorry). they're old, they're feeble, and joe lost one of his beloved cats this morning when norman left the garage door open. they have no one here to help them. they went to do some errands and get a cat scan done for joe and i watched them walk away to their car (should either of them be driving??? i don't think so!!!) and i felt such sadness for them. they are very sweet old guys. and i don't mean sweet as in "gay" sweet. they're the type of old dudes i'd chat with in the doctor's waiting room or in line at the grocery. i hope someone can help them out, but it just can't be me this time.

i left a note for them that it was too much cleaning for one person to do and that i would contact joe's son about maybe having a service come in.

i hope this is a memory that fades quickly.

i mean the chocolate puke was bad enough, don'tcha think? and now this??? i gotta draw the line somewhere.