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On the surface, Andrew Macintosh was a shining pillar of the Brisbane, Australia, community. He served dutifully on the city council's inclusive board, which made recommendations about how the city should grow. And he was a national quality manager for Aveo, which owns retirement communities along the country's coasts.

But in an unflattering picture snapped on a public sidewalk in the Greenslopes neighborhood, Macintosh, 64, was recently unmasked as something else:

The predawn jogger who secretly defecated on neighborhood streets.

He is seen staring at the camera in the incriminating photo, caught literally with his pants down, the reflective parts of his black running shoes glowing in the sudden camera flash.

If he looks surprised, that's because he was photographically ambushed by a neighbor who waited in the bushes to capture just this moment — an amateur undercover sting operation that intensified for more than a year, according to Australian news site News.com.au.

Over that time, neighbors say, the man they dubbed “poo jogger” had defiled their streets some 30 times. And it was not some sudden, primal urge while out for a morning run — a call of nature that anyone with sudden gastrointestinal distress could empathize with.

The poo jogger's potty breaks reeked of premeditation:

Right next to his droppings, the poo jogger frequently left used toilet paper.

Vexed and apparently tech-savvy neighbors at one point set up a hidden camera with night vision capabilities to try to catch the pooper in the act, the news site reported. The camera didn't capture any definitive images, but the amateur sleuths had something to work with: a rough approximation of what time of day the public defilement occurred.

So resident Steve Smith decided to take matters, and a camera, into his own hands. He secreted himself in a piece of shrubbery in the early-morning hours, lying in wait for the poo jogger. It was a rare instance in which a man hiding in bushes taking photos of someone defecating became a neighborhood hero.

“I was there a few mornings, and then last Friday I got him,” Smith told news.com.au. “There’s a red light which goes on before the camera’s flash goes off, and he saw that and looked at me as the photograph was taken.

“Then he just said, ‘Hello.’ At that point I decided to just walk away.”

And with that, the poo jogger's identity was no longer a secret. Smith posted the photo on a neighborhood bulletin board, and the police were soon involved.

Macintosh was charged with being a public nuisance. In court this week, he was ordered to pay a $378 fine, according to the Courier Mail. And he was a few thousand retweets away from joining a pretty gross fraternity of public defecators.

In May, for example, Thomas Tramaglini, the 42-year-old superintendent of Kenilworth (New Jersey) School District, was arrested after he was seen defecating on a high school football field, as The Washington Post's Jacob Bogage reported. School staff and the resource officer were notified that someone was regularly befouling the track and football field, and authorities began surveilling the area.

And residents of a Colorado Springs neighborhood have been infuriated by a woman they refer to as “the Mad Pooper.”

Cathy Budde, her children and their neighbors keep finding the brunette woman's feces and the napkins she uses to clean herself along a community's running paths, The Post's Rachel Chason reported. Budde has snapped photos of the woman, and even confronted her in person, but she doesn't know her name. “The Mad Pooper” will face criminal charges if she is ever caught.

In Australia, things have quickly soured for Macintosh. Now that he has been outed, neighbors have started taking pictures of him even when he is not relieving himself. He is also the subject of viral social media vilification and no longer works at Aveo.

“Aveo Group is distressed and disappointed at the alleged incidents concerning Mr. Macintosh. He has tendered his resignation to the company today and is no longer an employee of Aveo Group,” the company said in a statement obtained by the Guardian.

“Aveo will continue to extend its support to Mr. Macintosh for help that he may require,” it added.

Edit: https://www.washingtonpost.com/amph...-life-as-australias-poo-jogger/?noredirect=on
 
Is this a common thing among joggers or something? I can kind of understand if you're jogging in the middle of the woods and feel a huge bout of diarrhea coming on but in the middle of the suburbs on peoples' lawns for shits (hah) and giggles?
 
This came up on my phone as a notification for some reason, apparently Google thinks people pinching one out thousands of kilometres away on the other side of the country is something I need to be specifically aware of.

Also, is there anything that women can't make about themselves?
https://www.mamamia.com.au/poo-jogger-revealed/
You probably chuckled when you saw the news this morning. The Brisbane ‘poo jogger’ has been caught.

For months, the man now named as retirement village and investment group executive Andrew Macintosh has allegedly been making regular (at least 30) toilet stops in the alleyway of an apartment block in Greenslopes. Terrorised residents set up a sting – a hidden photographer – and they got their man, who has now been charged with creating a public nuisance.

Yes, you probably giggled.

I, however, shuddered. Because the story of the poo jogger brought back some rather… crappy memories.

It was early morning when I found the first one.

I’d sweated my way through a 6am personal training session at my Sydney gym then jumped in the women’s showers to freshen up before work.

As I lathered up, I noticed a mound of something brown next to my foot. At first, I thought it was a scrunchie or a hairband screwed up into a ball. But then I made the mistake of prodding it with the toe of my thong – thank god I was wearing some – and it felt sort of… squidgy.


I leaned closer and it was then that the smell hit me and I realised what had just happened.

Someone had literally gone for a poo in the shower cubicle. And I had found that out the hard way – by hopping into the shower with it.

Yelping, I wrapped myself in a towel, and ran to the receptionist. Before I could get my words out, she took me calmly by the hands and hissed: “Which one is it in?”

That was the moment I learned this was not the first time someone had used the shower cubicle like their own personal toilet. This was poo numero three. And the gym staff were desperate to get to the bottom of the matter.

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The poo jogger ad posted around Brisbane. Image: Supplied.
The gym uses a swipe card entry system - and so by a process of elimination - staff had narrowed it down to a small pool of suspects, by cross checking member's attendance with the days and times the poos had been discovered.

But they needed more to go on if they were going to flush her out.

Days later came poo number four, discovered by a different, unsuspecting, horrified gym member. The pool of suspects narrowed further still.

Soon after, poo number five.

It was all anyone could talk about.

People wondered: Who would do such a thing? Were they... unwell? The toilets were right beside the showers, so... unlikely. And, seriously, wouldn't you try to clean up if you had... an accident?

Maybe they were practising their squats and something slipped out, someone suggested.

Or perhaps it was a dirty protest. Maybe she was angry about the new timetable.

Personally, I didn't buy into either of those theories. I sat firmly in camp fetish.

At least two of the poos had been... deposited in peak hours. Lunch time classes were finishing up, and people were lining up for a quick shower before returning to the office.

It was my belief that the poo bandit got some kind of sick thrill from defecating in a busy public place. It was almost like they wanted to get caught.

The following week, that's exactly what happened.

The phantom pooer got brave, making the mistake of pooing while there was a line of people waiting for the showers. She exited the cubicle and a friend of mine went in.

There was a loud scream, before my friend ran back out.

"Did you just do that?" she yelled, disgusted, at the woman who'd just exited.

"I don't know what you're talking about," the woman replied calmly.

I don't know what someone who poos in showers typically looks like - but this woman was not what I expected. She was in her 30s, attractive, with a mane of long, dark hair. I noticed she had a suit hanging in her locker and her handbag was designer.

She looked so normal, so innocent, I almost believed her. But the evidence was there for all to see - and smell. She was reported to the manager and banned from the club.

The next day, I was told, she called back and admitted it'd been her who caused the stink.

So, yes. You might laugh at the Brisbane poo jogger (who has since, by the way, resigned from Aveo). His antics may amuse you. But pooing in public is no joke when it's your space that's been invaded.
 
My question is why did he suddenly start shitting in public places all of the sudden?
They mistook the street for a New Delhi/Calcutta/San Fransisco Designated Shitting Street. Maybe they have a mental illness that compels them to literally answer the call of nature AFTER THEY GO RUNNING (instead of you know, taking care of that before leaving the damn house).
 
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