Decapitated

It was a regular night. Things had gone as expected. Hockey was on time and we all wanted to get off work as early as possible.

Back in the day there was no rule about smoking in the facility. So the old timers (40 - 60 year old farts still playing hockey), would finish their game and hang out in the change rooms until closing. they would hav ethe showers on for hours so that the rooms would be so full of steam that it was dripping off the walls. They would all be smoking or chewing tobacco. And alot of the time they would be pounding back beers.

I know that now a days this would be unheard of. Smoking in a facility, drinking and driving home, wasting water! Crazy! alot of them got away with it back then becasue they were playing hockey with cops.

Anyway...
I was working and it was getting close to shut down. Every night we cleaned the change rooms so that they would be clean enough for the kids that used them in the morning. Mopping the spit off the floors and cleaning the toilets was always a treat. Gag!

This one night in particular I was pounding on the change room doors to let the players know that we wanted them to leave. As I approached change room #8 a player in the room laughed and made a comment that I completely ignored. You see the "old timers" were in that room and they were sometimes snarky about us kicking them out. They thought that the room was their special place to walk around in the buff, smoke and drink to their hearts content.

I started to change garbages. A nasty job that required me to wear gloves. For some strange reason almost every garbage bag would bleed this nasty juice if it was punctured. You didn't want that stuff on your clothes or especially your skin. I'm sure it was toxic.

As I approached change room #8 the last players were leaving. One of them grabbed me and said, something along the lines of sorry, and that it was a joke because they were butchers and stuff. I was confused? I thought the guy was drunk so I told him not to worry and to have a good night.

When I got into the room I started by sweeping up the tape balls all over the floor. I swept the mess into the dust pan and walked over to the garbage can to dispose of the contents. To my amazement I found a severed hogs head in the can! Eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out, it was the nastiest thing I ever found in a garbage can.

I couldn't believe it, the guy just left it in the garbage can? What the hell! What am I supposed to do with it!?

then i had this evil idea. Something popped into my mind, and should have left immediately. But for some reason I thought it was so funny. Maybe becasue of the smell in the air? Maybe because it was so late? But I acted on impulse. I grabbed the can and dragged it around the back of the arena. Gloves on, I grabbed the hog by the ears, it had to weigh about 75lbs or more. I propped it up in the snowbank, looking at the direction of the bay door where the zamboni driver exits the arena to dump the snow.

I left that night giggling to myself, with the thought of the morning driver going out into the cold winters morning to dump a load of snow, to find a severed hogs head in the snowbank.

When I returned to work a couple days later I found out that Kato was the driver that was subject to my my sick prank. I liked Kato, he was a great guy. one thing we had in common was that we both had italian family. When I told him I was the one that pulled the prank, he looked at me seriously and said, "You scared the crap out of me, I thought I was getting a message from the mob. Like in the godfather witht he horses head..."

And that is the story about the nastiest thing I ever found in a garbage can at the plex.