I'm about to be *that person who turns your story into something about themselves, but this is me relating.
Years ago when I was in my teens, I was working at a private country club in Northern California, The Menlo-Circus Country Club (polo, tennis, swim)
One afternoon when a bunch of the wives were gathered for their regular Bridge games, everyone, staff included, were all checking our shoes. "WHO stepped in dog poop?!"
It definitely was stronger around one particular waiter. - Turns out he was drunk on the job and shat himself. The GM fired him on the spot, then told us that when he yanked the guy's pants down in the bathroom, it was EVERYWHERE! LOL He must've been pretty high-functioning-drunk because he didn't *seem drunk.
Then the GM had us walk all around looking for remnants that may gave slithered out his pantlegs all over the Country Club.
Those rich ladies were FURIOUS 🤣👏🏻