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Abandoned Adhesives Factory

[Nov.03] - Sticky (and smelly) business

      I was sitting down.  I was tired.  I was on a bus.  I was staring out the window, trying to enjoy the time I had left before I had to get off the bus and walk into work.  Then I saw it.  I wanted to reach out and touch it.  It was beautiful.  It was abandoned.  It was going past the window at 55 mph.

 Each successive day I would watch it go past the window, continually promising myself to explore it.  Forty days and forty nights passed (well, not exactly) and the day finally came.

With me this night was Skivvy and Locksmith.  I drove us slowly past the building to make sure no one was around, noting a bright streetlight illuminating the overgrown parking lot next to the building (would have to be quick through that area on the off-chance a policeman or good Samaritan might see us).  Parking two minutes away, we got our gear together and walked to the back of the building with no incidents.  From the road the bus runs on I was only able to see the back of the building, which is a sort of loading dock setup, with two doors.  I always hope for the best and didn't have much of a backup plan if the doors were locked.  Tried the first door, no good, locked.  I pulled the handle on the second door and it opened easily.  Excitement!  Checking very carefully for any sort of magnetic door alarm or cameras inside, we entered cautiously into a large open room with concrete floors.

(As you can see, the lights were on in this area)

(This building had a lot of electrical connections)

(Giant tempting switch)

(Wide view of the room)

(Holes in the wall from who-know-what.
C.H.U.D.'s? Unlikely, the holes are too small.
Explosive-round automatic weapon fire?  Probably.)

(And it did.  Believe me, I tried to open it.  It was very stuck.)

(Adhesive/insulation dripping from the ceiling.)

(Oh look, they have a "Spill Response Drum" - that's
good.  They can use it if they have an adhesive spill!)

(Oops, guess they forgot about that drum.)

At this point in our tour, we split up, me searching for roof access, them searching for anything interesting.  I made a quick stop in the bathroom, then I began my search.  It only took me a few minutes before I found a ladder leading up about 30 feet to a roof hatch.  Calling the others and climbing up, I ascended to my favorite level of any building - the roof!

(Locksmith exits the roof hatch)

(A high-detail picture of my pocket. (Taken with flash))

(View of the bridge from the roof. I originally saw this
building while the bus was on that bridge.)

(Neat giant stacks for cooling the adhesive...or something...)

The roof was large, if barren.  On the other end we found a shack on the roof!  Trying to keep my flash pictures to a minimum (there were roads nearby), I didn't get a picture of the little roof-house, but I'm sure you can imagine it.  They all look the same. Entering the roof-house, we walked into what seemed to be an office/storage room.  This must have been a very odd place to work.  There were only two exits, the door we came in (which leads to the roof) and a shaft complete with pulley system, with ladder to get out.

(Just inside the door.  It's still open, whoops.)

(Skivvy poses near the door)

(Cluttered desk of whoever worked in this really odd roof-house)

(Found this taped to the wall behind the desk in the roof-house.
Hey! It looks like something is hidden behind that schematic!
I wonder what it could be...)

(Whoa! Pretty sneaky hiding that there Mr. Roof-house worker!)

(A hand-written advertisement on the back. Impressive)

Exiting the roof-house by climbing down the shaft ladder and into the offices, I wondered what we would find.  Would they be completely bare, stripped of anything of value?  Those types of places are the most boring.  Lucky for us, they seemed to have abandoned the place in some haste, leaving historical artifacts, papers, financial records, and even....

(a bowling trophy?)

(Uh oh, looks like their stock isn't doing the best anymore)

(What I consider to be the coolest part of the trip: one of those
pneumatic bank drive-through-style tube message senders!)

I found a button in a closet nearby and pressed it, hoping to bring the tube-sender to life.  As soon as I pressed the button the air compressor started trying to run.  It sounded quite horrible, and nothing would send through the tubes so we eventually gave up.  I don't think we ever found the other end of the tubes either.

(What most of the offices looked like)

(This looks like my dorm room, sans computer and bed)

(This room was filled with little chemical-testing test tubes)

(Neat little room with skylights. This palm tree has seen better days)

(Would you like to take a shower?  Might
want to wear footwear of some sort...)

(Giant company mural)

(Holes in the floor on the upper scaffolding level)

(I..uh...thought I saw a fire over there)

After the fire extinguisher incident (it got stuck on) Skivvy was telling me about something she found in the office section, so I followed her back to the offices to find this "thing."  I smelled it before I saw it.  It was in one of the empty office rooms, sitting innocently just pass the door.  It was... poop.  In an office.  Someone had pooped in the office.

 

Ok, I can understand how someone might be walking through the office area and really feel the need to defecate somewhere.  Sure, it's difficult to imagine such a lack of control, but certainly not beyond comprehension.  The part I don't understand is the toilet paper.  This person crapped on the floor of the office, and then wiped his butt with toilet paper.  Where the heck did he get this toilet paper?  The only toilet paper in the area is down the hall  in the bathroom!

Okay so it was like this:

A guy is walking down the hallway through the office area when suddenly it hits him.  He has to crap.  He has to crap.  He has to crap now.  He has to crap so bad that he just wants to squat down in the corner and let it out. No time to find the bathroom or go outside.
"But wait!," he thinks, "I need some toilet paper."
So he bolts over to the bathroom down the hall, rips off 5 even strips of toilet paper, runs back to the place he originally decided to crap, craps there, and proceeds to wipe his butt with the 5 strips of toilet paper he carefully removed from the bathroom.  Maybe it was Max Action; I hear he has a habit of...um...defecating in odd places...

After this we still had a full night ahead of us.  Ended up not finding much else, however.  Only the deteriorating basement of a small building...and some cops...