Source – A Sacramento resident is crying foul after a woman delivering packages for Amazon allegedly did her business in the street in front of the woman’s home. And the act was caught on video.
Around 3 p.m. Thursday, the woman, who works for a third-party delivery company, drove up to Nemy Bautista’s home in a U-Haul van, got out, delivered the Amazon package and went back to her van. But before she drove away, the woman opened the passenger side door, squatted down, and defecated.
When Bautista arrived home, she noticed the feces and initially thought it was a dog. She checked her surveillance video footage and found it was actually from a human. …
Bautista writes the woman’s supervisor came out in his personal car “and was not prepared for cleanup.”
“He was in shock when he saw the size of ‘it’. He ended up scooping it up with a plastic bag, but didn’t want to take it with him (it smelled really bad). Guess the garbage can will smell like s__t for the next few days. I also had to hose down the gutter/sidewalk area after he left,” she said in a statement.
Ah, Christmas season. The silence majesty of a winter’s morn. The clean, cool chill of the holiday air. A woman squatting in broad daylight to take a shit in in the middle of your cul-de-sac.
I don’t know what Nemy Bautista is all hacked off about. It’s part of the ambiance of the holidays. Like the smell of horse ass when you take a sleigh ride or the vague shit smell from the pants of the homeless guy playing Santa at the mall. You can’t fight it, so you have to just embrace it.
These delivery drivers work extra hard this time of year. Forgive them if they don’t have time to drop everything to take the Browns to the Super Bowl. They can’t spent 20 minutes in the office toilet making purchases on their phones like most people. They’ve got rounds to make. Sacrifices have to be made. It’s a simple choice: Do you want your packages on time or do you want pristine pavement outside your house? Because you can’t have both. Just like you can’t expect to have your packages not covered in the driver’s feces because there’s no time to wipe when you’ve got a van full of boxes and a list of addresses to hit. It’s the price we all pay for the convenience of not having to interact with other human beings by shopping retail this time of year. If all you have to do is occasionally hose down your street once or twice, I’d say you’re way ahead of the game. So quit bitching. ‘Tis the season.