Well it was like this.
The lady walks up to the cockpit a little after takeoff and says that she needs to go to the bathroom.
The crew tells her that the Beech 1900 does not have a bathroom onboard, the ETE to destination and that we've got plenty of 'relief bags' for her to "Go #1".
Nope, gotta "Go #2".
Yikes. ETE to the destination is repeated once again.
So she goes to the back of the aircraft.
Flight lands, door opens and SWEET SISTER OF MERCY!!! Woooo! Caught the VAPIZ!
She had taken a newspaper, strewn it on row eight and just let go. Now from what I hear, it wasn't like labrador retreiver poo where the dog makes a neat little pile of fecal material, but it was like "angry rottweiler"/"loose bowel jamboree" style.
Everywhere.
On the newspaper...
Off the newspaper.
On the seat...
Under the seat...
Not only did the crew have to clean it, the airline had to endure the embarassment of her being a "notable" from the departure city that was on that flight to celebrate the inagural of service between the two cities.
Yow.
Nope, luckily I wasn't the CA or FO on that flight, but my next door neighbor was. Poor guy. Same guy who had a passenger drop dead on him on a 20 minute leg.
