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This is to the Indian family in the silver BMW who dropped their grandmother off at my house:
You know who you are! You were total strangers and you dropped your elderly passenger who had soiled themselves at my front door.
I was napping after working the graveyard shift. I awoke to hear my wife yelling, “You can’t just come in here! This is my house! Who are you?”When I arose to see what was happening, my wife told me there was an elderly Indian woman in our bathroom. She knocked at the door and when my wife answered, she scurried right in past her. My wife kept demanding she leave or to identify herself, but the woman just babbled incoherently walking in and out of every room until she found the bathroom.
We waited about 20 minutes while she was in there, contemplating whether we should call the police. Finally, I knocked on the door and said, "Okay, maam, this is ridiculous…you really need to wrap it up and go now. A moment later she emerged from the bathroom and scurried back outside, without a word.
I went in the bathroom to find she evidently had diarrhea and had soiled her pants. The mess was all over the toilet seat, the floor, the rug around the base of the toilet, the sides of the toilet, and the toilet tank. There was feces smeared on 3 bath towels and one hand towel. The bathroom wastebasket was filled with diarrhea along with her soilded underpants. Feces was dripping down the sides of the wastebasket and there were drips throughout the bathroom floor trailing to the sink which was also smeared and filled with chunks. The bathroom faucets and spigot handles as well as all of our toothbrushes and toiletries were also covered in the mess.
I ran out the front door of the house, soiled wastebasket in hand and ran up to the still parked car out front of my house. There were 3 young able-bodied relatives of this woman in the idling car. I held out the pail and said, “You can’t just leave this with me, you need to do something about this.”
All of the relatives ignored me as though I wasn’t there. The old woman guilty of the conduct opened the car door and muttered something apologetic and took the pail.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “but you really destroyed my bathroom! This isn’t a gas station, it’s my home. I have to clean that, and you owe me some new towels and wastebasket!”She then closed the door and everyone inside continued to stare straight ahead as though I didn’t even exist.
A few minutes after I went back inside my house, the elderly woman got out of the car and walked 30 feet to my neighbor’s yard, where she flung the pail’s contents onto my neighbor’s well-manicured lawn, underwear and all. She then returned to my front door and put the still dripping poo-smeared wastebasket on my front doorstep, and then returned to the car. The car then sped off.
I understand we are only human, and I would hope should I ever be in such an unfortunate position as she, that someone would tolerate me using their private bathroom. However, I just find it deplorable that her family acted so dettached about the entire affair. They sent this elderly woman to fend for herself with strangers and did not see fit to even assist her in any way even though she obviously was not fully capable of cleaning herself or cleaning up after herself, which I am sure they were aware.
At any rate, you people know who you are. My wife takes pride in decorating our bathroom and nothing in their was cheap; all brand name designer products. You owe me money for 3 bath towels @ $20 each, 1 hand towel @ $8, 1 bath matt @ $22, 1 toilet rug @ $18, 5 toothbrushes @ $4 each, 1 waterpik @ $80, 1 electric shaver @ $130, 1 wastebasket @ $20, 1 box of cotton swabs @ $3, 1 shower curtain and cover @ $50. A grand total of $411. Nothing you left behind was salvageable, and I had to clean all of your grandmother’s/mother’s feces off of the surfaces of my bathroom.
Your little visit cost me over $400, and you never bothered to apologize, introduce or explain yourselve’s and you displayed no concern whatever for your relative or the mess she made. It was an unforgetable experience, and I hope you appreciate that I never called the cops on you, though everyone I’ve ever told about this insists that had it happened to them, they would have called the police.