Happened over the summer.
So, we're in the process of moving and I figure now is a good time to unload most of the stuff my wife and I have collected over the years- which is a lot considering we have children.
Last weekend we had a pseudo-estate sale in which was staged in half of the house, driveway, and garage.
Considering it was about 1,000 degree outside, I took the garage while my wife manned the inside post.
Midway through the day, an elderly gentleman asked if he could you my bathroom- he explained he just took medicine and didn't think he'd be able to make it home.
Now, my wife and I had serious rules about this- our answer was supposed to be NO BATHROOM for customers. However, I had to make a snap judgement call and this guy looked very well put together.
I also thought that he just took a water pill that lots of old folks are on and he just needed to take a quick squirt and we'd all be fat, dumb, and happy. But I'm not a complete idiot.
I told him he'd better check with The Boss upstairs because of the aforementioned agreement. He chuckled and understood and away he went. 10 minutes or so later, I see him leaving.
I figured all is well.
A few minutes after that, my wife comes down to the driveway glaring at me.
I assumed it was because I shirked the responsibility of telling this old guy no bathroom and made her look like the bad guy if she said "no". I couldn't be more wrong.
Apparently this guy had a colostomy bag and it was chock full of shit.
He tried to change it out in our bathroom and spilled the entire contents all over the floor and made no attempt to clean it up.
He simply walked out of the bathroom and told my wife our dog must have had an accident. He. Blamed. My. Dog.