"You're right Bob. That is disgusting."

I know I spoke yesterday about a rule we have on site, and I'm loathe to do the same thing two days in a row, but I need to talk about another iron-clad law we enforce. And this one's pretty damn simple, even simpler than "Don't eat lunch on the guestroom floors." This one, and I once again I stress how simple it is to abide by is "Please don't pee in things that are not the bathroom."

We have over ten portable toilets on site for around 150 guys, which is plenty. And I'll admit it, I hate using them, they're nasty, but I still do. It's just the rule. But workers on the site, they don't agree with this draconian regulation. You can't count how many times I've walked into a room and standing upright in the middle is a Deerpark water bottle filled with something I'd describe as "not Countrytime Lemonade."

So I'm walking around the fourth floor today, when one of my favorite foremen comes running up.

"You will not believe what I just saw."

"What?"

"I just walked in on a guy pissing in a trash can downstairs."

"Shit, that's gross."

"And you know what? He was facing the doorway. He didn't even turn around and try and hide."
"Wow, that is gross."

"Yea, so I came running for one of you guys. You're the first person I found."

Now detectives in the crime-solving business have something they call "the first 48," wherein if they don't get a good jump in the first 48 hours of a crime, the odds of solving it drops drastically. Now this is where I would fail as a detective.

"You know Bob, this is what I don't get about this business," I said, strolling down the hallway away from the stairs. "I mean, I'm a person, you're a person, but you and I, we don't just walk around peeing whenever we feel the need to. We walk to the bathroom."

"Yea," said Bob.

"It's just, what's wrong with these people? I really don't get it. What's so hard about this? Why are people here like that?"

"I don't know."

"I know Bob. I've seriously had it up to here. I'm really thinking of leaving this business. I just can't work in an industry where people think it's fine to pee in public. I mean do you think this shit happens in offices?"

"So, um, are we gonna go catch this guy?"

"Oh yea."

He headed to the lobby. We took the elevator. I went to track down the lobby superintendent because, well, he's a cannon and I was really hoping to see someone get thrown off the job.

"What the fuck? Where the fuck did this happen? Take me there."

We headed over to the trash can, in a corner of the lobby. All three of us stuck our head in.

"Piss," he said.

The super looked at Bob. "What the fuck did he look like?"

"He was wearing an orange hardhat."

"That's it? Alright you go left," he said to me. "I'll go right."

We split up, scouring the floor. He was anxious to make an example and set a tone of 'this shit doesn't fucking happen on my floor.' Me, I was just excited to not be working for ten minutes . We went back and forth the floor , ducking into rooms throughout the lobby. We checked in with the only two potential witnesses, two guys on a ladder by the trash can.

The super went about his interrogation. "Did you see a guy in an orange hard hat? No? Okay. How about you? No? Alright."

"Don't worry," the super said to me. "I got a feeling we'll be able to find a guy in an orange hardhat.

I left, already bored. Two hours later I went back downstairs and ran into the super.

"Did you find him?"

"No. I'll be you anything he switched hard hats."

So yea, watch out CSI New York. DC's taking over.