Poo poo!

Prepare yourself for a harrowing tale that took place at the Yellowstone Park Inn & Suites.

Jake arrived at work on the fourth of July, fully expecting things to be a bit crazy.  Three tour buses, over-excited Asian guests, and a handful of bikers is no doubt a concoction just asking for an explosive climax.  But Jake was surprised- things were quite placid, and the evening breezed by without a hiccup.

Yet, the waters were troubled, and Jake had that unsettled feeling- the one that tells you that poop is about to hit the fan.  And almost literally.

One of the Asian guests, an elderly woman, came to the front desk at about 10:30 PM, just before Jake's shift was to end.  Her English was limited- so limited, in fact, that all she could say was "Poo poo."  At first, it sounded like a question- "Poo poo?  Poo poo?" But after a minute or so, it became a statement, and an exasperated one at that.  "Poo poo.  Poo poo!"  Jake was tempted to pretend like he didn't know what she was talking about.  But he did, and to bind him to the task, she was able to recall a couple more little English words to form this sentence: "Poo poo no go down!"

It is the responsibility of the front desk staff to plunge toilets when necessary.  To date, Jake had never actually had to do it; most guests are not comfortable having someone else solving their fecal problems.  Yet this woman didn't seem to mind.  She took Jake to her room, and showed him the problem.  It was a really big problem.  He looked around to room, wondering who could possibly have produced such a monstrosity.  The only occupants of the room were four elderly Asian women.  Astounded, but anxious to have this task behind him, Jake quickly solved the big problem and returned to the desk.  They were grateful, and Jake was grateful to have it over with.