Runners are filthier than rock concert goers according to the owner of a porta-potty company:
“Oh, man. When it comes to this industry, runners are the worst.â€
He then proceeded to tell me he got the majority of the portable toilet business for local races, because some of his competitors simply turned down the contracts because runners are the worst. For one, race directors tend to underestimate and under-budget for the number of facilities needed, leading to, er, capacity issues—their portos runneth over.
And then there’s the ick factor—cleaning out a potty used by hundreds of nervous runners (and their even more nervous bowels) takes more time and attention than the decontamination process after other events. Runners, it turns out, are gross. Matter that should not end up on the wall somehow ends up on the wall—and also the floor, the seat, the door and the ceiling.
“The ceiling?†I asked.
“The ceiling,†he replied, with a look that clearly conveyed You don’t want to know. The guy has seen some nasty shit. Literally.
Discus.