Oh fuck, that reminds me of an old work story.
A guy nobody liked is on janitor for a shift because his machine broke down. Somebody half melts a Milky Way bar, throws it on the floor in front of one of the toilets.
The guy filling in on janitor totally ignores it and leaves it there.
The regular evening turn janitor comes in, a guy with a mental disability (which is why they made him janitor, back in the days when companies had hearts).
The eve turn janitor freaks out and gets the superintendant who also freaks out and immediately writes a posted, signed warning that anybody who shits on the floor will be terminated on the spot.
Then the janitor with the mental disability reluctantly starts cleaning it up and quickly realizes it's melted chocolate.
He's so happy he carries it down to the supervisor's office and walks in carrying what the super still thinks is shit.
He starts screaming to get that shit out of his office when the janitor tells him it's not shit, it's chocolate and literally puts the tip of his tongue on it to prove it.
"See, it's just chocolate. I guess I made a mistake."
Then the boss says, "Just get out of my office and take that sign the fuck down about shitting on the floor. I hate all you fucking guys and I'm going home now."
A true story from the good old days.
