Never ones to overlook the opportunity for a little toilet humour, we came across this piece on blogger Gay Banker's website.
It appears our blogger friend was recently chatting to an acquaintance in the gym (no, not THAT gay banker, and not THAT gym), who, it turns out, worked in Human Resources at a major investment bank in the City.
The guys began to shoot the breeze, and the HR bod started to reminisce about an odd incident he was involved at his firm a few years back.....
The story goes that observant bankers (and those with a keen sense of smell too) began to realise that something was afoot with the firm's lifts. Someone had apparently got into the habit of doing a dump in an elevator (wasn't there a song about that ?), and leaving the turds behind when alighting. Bank staff, it seems, were kicking up a real stink over the affair.
Smelling a rat, but failing to discover the identity of the defecating banker, the canny firm finally installed security cameras in an effort to find out who the phantom squatter was. That's when the sh.t really hit the fan - it turned out to be a stressed out trader, whose 'leaving presents' were merely a cry for help as he (or she) struggled to come to terms with a cr.ppy job!
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