D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

[weofodthignen]

Last night when there was just one customer in a booth, there was a great clatter from the rear of the store. I thought he'd dropped a bottle, but it turned out to be the plastic cover off the bathroom ceiling light, which had plopped straight down into the toilet. The place is falling apart.

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[dubhain]

Er...loosening of the screws holding the cover in, due to constant, faint vibration from the succession of folks wanking in the booths?

(Yeah, I'm sorry for that one. I just couldn't resist. I worked in an ABS, for a day, back in the '80s. I think they still have my paycheck that I never picked-up. That said, I'm not too proud to work in one. That place was...not one of the better examples of the genre. 'Nuff said.)

[weofodthignen]

They don't pay well, although at least one guy went on to a career running his own porno studio. But there's a fairly high degree of job security.

Ours is notably clean and well lighted (our Yelp reviews even highlight both without apparently spotting the literary parallel), partly because I want it to be that way.

There's a fan up in there behind the light that hasn't worked in years; I think the combination of the vibration from that (a customer once compared it to a Lear Jet taxiing) and the squirrely customers either hiding their stash or checking for hidden cameras/other people's stashes) is responsible, but the whole cover assembly got looser and looser and the plastic bit was actually held in with tape when it fell. I tell you, falling apart. A little bit of a staff member managed to break the heavy-duty stapler a few weeks ago. And we go through staff chairs like a frat house.

M