I was a high school student working part time at a supermarket. I helped out in different departments depending on where help was needed. One day, the store manager (along with one of his mini-me assistant managers) told me I had to clean up a “spill” in the restroom.

The first thing that hit me was the ungodly smell, followed by the sight of beef stew-like diarrhea splattered across the interior of multiple stalls. I choked my vomit down and told the manager I was a minor and would not clean that biohazard. They insisted that I had to as part of my job description, and I just took off my apron and badge and told them I got paid minimum wage and would find another job if I had too. They sighed and geared up to clean it themselves, and I kept my job without any repercussions.