No, this isn't a euphemism for some mystery heckler running amuck in the Condé Nast editorial department… Unfortunately, it's exactly what you think it is. Gawker reports on a strange phenomenon happening inside the Glamour offices.
"For years, the ladies' room of the 16th floor of Glamour has had a mystery shitter who has left enormous packages in various toilets and appeared to purposefully not flush. Despite signs ranging from laminated 'please remember to flush' posters and haikus of middling wit being taped inside each stall, the mystery shitter continues to shit, a silent, odiferous protest against a work environment that regularly keeps staffers there past midnight—3 a.m. nights are not unheard of."
The reasons for the crappy situation (sorry) are a little less juvenile. It seems the pissed-off pooper is silently protesting Glamour's breakneck work environment. (Gawker)