We work all over the lower mainland from the molson indy to the middle of skid row where all the junkies are. One morning we went in to work and had a bunch of scaffold material stashed in the alley where we were building, someone had taken a shit on our gear. So we called our boss and told him the scenario and he asked the obvious question "how do ya know its not dog shit" and i had to come back with the smart ass reply of "the hershey bar wrapper used to wipe an ass was my first indication" so we ended up spraying it with a hose and getting it kinda cleaned up. Later that morning my co worker was walking along the scaffold when I noticed something on his boot, when he stopped I pointed out a used hypodermic sticking out of the sole of his boot. He freaks! just fuckin loses it and chucks a 2 pound steel clamp 75 feet down at a junkie passed out against the adjecent building......missed him by about 6 feet and went through the front window of the company truck, he gets a written warning and is forced to take anger management and get an std test. Thats my fucked up story of the week, we have messed up shit happen all the time, ill let ya know when somethin else funny happens