Feces, poop, whatever you choose to call it, it’s disgusting. It’s disgusting to you, to me and, believe it or not, to the person who makes a living (among many, many, other things) cleaning it up.
I’m writing in response to Dan Cavallari’s article “Dorm showering should not be a fecal matter” that appeared in the Feb. 15 issue of The Maine Campus. I was appalled by his concluding paragraphs that shifted the focus of the article from a testimony of the all-too-well-known horrors of dorm bathrooms to an insulting slam of UMaine facilities employees.
The nerve of him! It seems obvious that the party at fault is the childish, repulsive coed who, whether as some immature prank or the result of a drunken stupor, chose to drop the kids off at the wrong pool. Such finger-pointing and demeaning judgments should be directed in his or her direction, perhaps culminating into an article belittling the oh-so-reminiscent-of-animal-like-behavior so common in today’s coed. In fact, the three day delay in cleaning up the revolting mess could have been due to the janitor’s preoccupation with the graffiti your neighbor chose to scribble (in permanent marker) on the corridor wall, the two inches of puke from an all-night drinking binge on the elevator floor, or the menstrual mess some girl left in the first floor toilet. Perhaps when they were seen sitting on the couch, watching television, they were taking a fifteen minute break from the smell that someone so kindly exploded in the trash room. If I were the janitor, I probably would have left the mess sitting in the shower for three days too. Although not because I was too busy to take care of it, but rather, to let the guilty party try to feel clean after showering with his own waste. Maybe Dan should postpone his next article in order to free up some time to study the trials of a sanitation engineer.












