Between marathons I’ve been catching up on cleaning things.  You know how it is — you work and do stuff and plan to do the cleaning “later”.

This is one of the stainless steel pan where I store the caps for my squeeze bottles, along with the measuring spoons for mixing my dyes.   I was cleaning off the counter, dumped the contents of the pan and scrubbed it with a steel wool pad inside and out.

Now, mind you, I got a bunch of various stainless steel pans from the hospital “yard sale” back when I worked at Charity Hospital in New Orleans, so it was sometime before 1995, when I moved to LSU next door.   And I have a few little pans like this, some round pans and bowls, and the large “lasagna” pan where I stack dyed pouches as they wait for the steamer.   All of these were sold as “old cafeteria ware” — and they look like the stainless steel containers you see on the food lines of lunch rooms everywhere.

Okay, so I’m scrubbing out this pan and some etching catches my eye.   I’ve had this thing over 17 years, yet I have never EVER noticed this hand-etched scrawl:

Yes, it says:

A12 Feces Pan
C. 5 Return Now 

 On the opposite outer wall it says:

Do Not Send To Lab

 Oh my goodness!  I already knew that my straight needles were stored in an old stainless steel upright (male) in-bed urinal jug, but now with a genuine feces pan I feel somehow more complete …. or something.

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