Ode to the F****er at TGI Fridays

This is to the woman who used the last stall in the women's restroom at the Porter Ranch TGI Fridays last night.

Thank you, disgusting whore, for leaving the toilet seat liner on the floor, topped with your fecal matter which was hidden with some toilet paper. I went to "brush" the liner away from the toilet with my shoe, and it was only then that I discovered the shit on the liner and the shit that was on the floor. The liner was now stuck to the bottom of my tennis shoe, and my attempts to remove it (without touching it) was impossible. Poo was spreading. Keeping Emma away from it was becoming more difficult. I finally managed to remove the poo covered liner and was now walking with the ball of my foot up off the floor so as not to carry fecal matter into the restaurant. Lovely. I tried washing my shoe off in the sink, but the poop was now stuck in the grooves off my tennis shoe's sole. This did nothing but make me drive heave. I found the manager, and before I could explain the gift left on the floor of the stall Emma blurted (quite loudly), "Somebody left their poo on the floor in the bafroom!" Ughh.

Okay, if you should defecate, and it somehow becomes stuck to the liner, and you cannot, for some unexplainable reason, flush said liner down the toilet, and the liner somehow jumps off the seat and lands on the floor speading poop around, can you bring it to the attention of the management? Blame it on someone else? For God's sake do not leave it on the floor of the stall for some unexpecting Mama to step in. Grose.