You probably chuckled when you saw the news this morning. The Brisbane ‘poo jogger’ has been caught.
For months, the man now named as retirement village and investment group executive Andrew Macintosh has allegedly been making regular (at least 30) toilet stops in the alleyway of an apartment block in Greenslopes. Terrorised residents set up a sting – a hidden photographer – and they got their man, who has now been charged with creating a public nuisance.
Yes, you probably giggled.
I, however, shuddered. Because the story of the poo jogger brought back some rather… crappy memories.
It was early morning when I found the first one.
I’d sweated my way through a 6am personal training session at my Sydney gym then jumped in the women’s showers to freshen up before work.
As I lathered up, I noticed a mound of something brown next to my foot. At first, I thought it was a scrunchie or a hairband screwed up into a ball. But then I made the mistake of prodding it with the toe of my thong – thank god I was wearing some – and it felt sort of… squidgy.
I leaned closer and it was then that the smell hit me and I realised what had just happened.
Someone had literally gone for a poo in the shower cubicle. And I had found that out the hard way – by hopping into the shower with it.
Yelping, I wrapped myself in a towel, and ran to the receptionist. Before I could get my words out, she took me calmly by the hands and hissed: “Which one is it in?”
That was the moment I learned this was not the first time someone had used the shower cubicle like their own personal toilet. This was poo numero three. And the gym staff were desperate to get to the bottom of the matter.