On a Scale of Grossness, This is a 10

I've had some pretty gross experiences in my life.  It was my 28th birthday and since my actual birth date is the 28th, it was my golden birthday.  I had gotten married to the love of my life a mere two weeks before that.  We were returning from our honeymoon in beautiful O'ahu. 

Seriously, for birthdays, this should be at the top-o-the list of the greatest ones of all time.  However, this birthday made a different list:  the grossness list.

We had a small lay over at LAX before heading home to Seattle.  It wasn't that big of a deal, we could get something to eat, use the restroom and then hit the remaining leg of our journey. 

Immediately upon arrival at LAX, N and I went to our respective restrooms.  That's where my birthday took a nasty turn.  You see, I assumed that there was a public code for bathroom cleanliness.  I will tell you, there is not.  I was in my stall feeling really sorry for the person who apparently was not feeling well in the stall next to me.  When I looked down and realized it wasn't coming from the stall next to me at all.  I hate stepped in human poop.  On my new Nike running shoes. 

I spent the next 45 minutes trying to get the poop off my shoes and to keep from gagging.  It was the absolute grossest thing that's ever happened to me.

Until last night...

You see Zoe and I went swimming at the YMCA because she got a new floatation device that had to be tested.  About 35 minutes into our swimming adventure, the lifeguards blew their whistle and ordered everyone out of the pool.  Oh yes, they found poop.

While we were swimming!

Fortunately it wasn't near where we were, but still, a couple, deep strokes and good kicks and it would've been. 

Zoe doesn't understand why we still couldn't play, but did agree that swimming in poop isn't a very good idea. 

All I can say is that I'm so glad for cholorine because I'm hoping it killed all that fecal matter before it came floating over to us.