Speaking of old people shitting themselves, did you know I briefly worked at an old folks home as a dietary technician (basically I was the person who put the food in a blender and turned it to mush, then served it to people with varying levels of senility)?
I remember the day I quite, I was clearing the tables and this old guy who was in need of a diaper change reached over and pinched my ass. When I yelped his care worker said "oh, he doesn't know what he's doing." But I looked at him, and that mother fucker was grinning from ear to ear, and looking right at me. This is not why I quit though.
I quit because when I asked an Alzheimer patient if she was done with her food to no response twice (the rule was that you had to ask the senile patients at least twice if they were done eating before taking their plate away if there was still food on it), when she didn't respond, I took it, and she started weeping and wailing uncontrollably. I put her plate back and she tried to shove it off the table while continuing to weep. The care person came over and held her as she cried. Another patient at the table also started crying, and the care person hissed at me to take the plate away. It was one of the saddest things I've ever seen, and I was so depressed that I went home and cried and never went back. It was my first job, back when I was 15 1/2, and my mom tried to convince me to go back, and I just couldn't do it. I was so saddened by the whole situation.