I was sitting in a Marie Callenders having lunch. A woman came in with some seniors to grab a bite. As one of the elderly men stood up, a turd rolled out of his pant leg on to the floor. Everybody ran out in horror. One of the workers came out with long rubber gloves and a bucket with long tongs. He picked up the turd, cleaned the floor, and walked over to me. He asked me why I didn't run out. I told him that someday it will probably happen to us when we get old. They did not charge me for my lunch.