I remember when a co-worker whom lived in SF (Outer Richmond, iirc) notified the team they would be late to work.

Apparently, this coworker’s garage door had a small hole in it where a wood knot once was. At night, someone decided it would be a good idea to poop through it. In the morning he opened the garage door and essentially poo flung all up and down his car and into the garage.

Talk about having a shitty day.

Spite?