When I was 16 I worked my first job at a Kroger in Arkansas. At the time, I was just a bagger so I did basic shit like bag groceries (obviously) and retrieve carts. All the baggers also had to do stuff like take turns cleaning the restrooms and mop the breakroom. Well one night this one chick was going to take her turn to clean the small restroom back by the pharmacy. She went back there, then one minute later came literally running out back to the front of the store, covering her nose and mouth, her face as pale as a ghost scrotum. The manager immediately went to go check to see what the problem was and obviously all the baggers wanted to see what horror had transpired so, since it was late and slow, me and the other guys went back to take a look. What I saw, and smelled, in that bathroom will haunt me for the rest of my life. The entire floor, and every wall, from top to bottom, as well as parts of the ceiling, were covered in shit. Like, diarrhea shit. No handprints like somebody had smeared it around or anything, but almost like it had been blasted out of somebodys asshole like a pump action shotgun. Or like they were just spraying uncontrollable diarrhea out of their ass like a fire hose while they fucking breakdanced for 30 seconds. Like they went into the bathroom, stripped naked, started to violently shit themselves and then decided to try and turn into a beyblade and see how fast they could go. It was fucking unreal. The girl refused to clean it. I was a good employee and usually ended up doing stuff if the manager asked me to, but when he tried to get me to get in there, I flat out refused. All of us did. He got super pissed off and was threatening to send us home early and to change our schedules so we would have less hours. Nobody cared. Nothing was worth stepping into that nightmare. He ended up having to do it himself