The Scariest Public Washroom....

[High Plains Drifter]

O.k. I was just reading elshpen's thread on underwear, in it there were several guys telling stories of having guys beside them at the urinal who drop their pants around their ankles to take a leak. I too have run into a few of these oddities. That got me thinking of other strange and scarey sights i've encountered in public washrooms, like walking into a washroom and finding a turd in the urinal, lol.
So my question to you is, "What's the scariest thing you've seen in a public washroom?"

[Amazing Tiki God]

This wasn't the scariest thing I've seen in a rest room it's the scariest I've ever heard. Okay I'm sitting in a stall doing my business guy sits down in stall next to me. He begins to do his and well I here this horrible grunting and moaning which makes it seem like someone is killing him almost. After about 5 constant minutes of this I get outta there. Now for the scariest thing I've seen that would have to be someone who decided to smear some feces on the mirror in our dorm. Thank god I have a friend who has her own shower.

[High Plains Drifter]

I'm gonna expand the OT to "What's the scariest thing you've seen or experienced in a public washroom."
Let the fun begin!

[Johnny L.A.]

I went to a comic convention at the El Cortez hotel in San Diego back in the 80s. I went to a stall at the back of the men's room (First "Bathroom Rule for Guys": Take the stall farthest away from the door). I opened the door and the toilet was full of feces. I'm not talking about just the covered-with-water part. It was full. To the seat. On the seat. On the floor. On the walls. There may have been some vomit thrown in for colour. It seemed to me that A) No single person could generate this much waste; and B) The colours and textures indicated more than one... "contributor". The thought of someone actually using this stall after it began to pile up is a bit scary.

I used another stall. I heard a friend of mine come into the men's room. This individual was seriously freaked out by bodily functions and fluids. I could hear him start gagging when he went to The Last Stall.

[Badtz Maru]

Originally posted by The Mighty Tiki God
This wasn't the scariest thing I've seen in a rest room it's the scariest I've ever heard. Okay I'm sitting in a stall doing my business guy sits down in stall next to me. He begins to do his and well I here this horrible grunting and moaning which makes it seem like someone is killing him almost. After about 5 constant minutes of this I get outta there. Now for the scariest thing I've seen that would have to be someone who decided to smear some feces on the mirror in our dorm. Thank god I have a friend who has her own shower.

I had a similar experience in the bathroom of a factory I used to work in. There was a guy in a stall grunting and moaning really loud, and then I heard a ripping noise and a loud splash. AND I had my earplugs in at the time!

[TheMoonGazer]

I was investigating a long closed up small gas station, for potential salvage, and found the single restroom they used to have. When I opened the door I found that someone had been living in it for a time because the floor was covered with newspapers, old food and booze containers. The single toilet was crammed with old feces and paper and the sink appeared to have been used as a urinal.

Without services, of course there would be no water to flush either.

[Moirai]

Remember the "worst bathroom in Scotland" in Trainspotting?

It is actually located in JFK airport. I peed in it once, and I will never again go potty in that airport, even if it means Depends.

[mikehardware]

Several years ago, while travelling through Virginia, the diet soda kicked in. Middle of nowhere, hot summer day, and I've GOT to go. There's an exit a few miles ahead, and YES there's something there, a very small truck stop. It'll do! I pull in, eyeballs already floating.

The sign for the men's room points up the hill to a small block building. It's dark inside, but as I look in the open door, I notice that EVERY piece of plumbing in the place is overflowing. There's about a quarter inch of "water" covering every square inch of flooring. Needless to say, it reeks beyond belief. I don't even want to think about whatever it was growing on the walls.

You would need a fire hose and a couple of cases of Lysol before the EPA could get in and close this toxic waste site. I've been in outhouses that were no match for this.

What to do? Drive another who knows how far? Nope, I couldn't even make it to the bushes. I just held my breath, and cut loose in the urinal, as it continued to overflow onto the floor.

[bdgr]

The convience store I used to work in, many years ago. I found peoples names written on the wall in fecal matter, Hypo's, used tampons, urine all over the floor, even though the plumbing worked. I worked on the midnight shift, and after a while I took my managers advice, and after coming in, I would clean both restrooms, then hang an out of order sign on the door for the rest of the night.

[Skelji]

I see none of you people have ever had to use any of the bathrooms in NYC's Port Authority building. Frightening odors, frightening, um, flotsam and jetsam, and truly scarey characters in there with you!

Thanks, I'll just piss in my pants. And no, I don't want to buy any crack, or get a blowjob in the next stall. :p

[The Mermaid]

I went to a little hole-in-wall bar to see a local band. The bathroom was the single scariest place I've ever seen.

It was lit by one 15 watt bulb hanging from the ceiling. Every sink and toilet leaked and there was a steady drip, drip. drip. There were no doors on the 3 stalls and every toilet was encrusted with dried feces, vomit and blood (?)
There were no paper products of any kind and there was a huge drain in the center of the room with a steady stream running into it. There was a single used syringe in the corner for decoration I suppose.

My sisters and I took one look and without a word turned around and left to go outside. There was a line to go behind the building cause everyone else had the same idea. Needless to say it was shut down by the healty department a few days later.

[Muffin]

A religious cult's drug rehab house on Spadina in Toronto in the early 80s. Some friends and I bought it, but were unable to clean the main floor washroom due to several inches of encrusted feces on the floor and plastering the walls and ceiling. We had to remove the entire room, including fixtures, floor, walls and ceiling.

[High Plains Drifter]

HA! Makes me wonder just how one manages to get shit on the roof... now that's explosive!

[ladybug]

Originally posted by Johnny L.A.
I went to a comic convention at the El Cortez hotel in San Diego back in the 80s. I went to a stall at the back of the men's room (First "Bathroom Rule for Guys": Take the stall farthest away from the door). I opened the door and the toilet was full of feces. I'm not talking about just the covered-with-water part. It was full. To the seat. On the seat. On the floor. On the walls. There may have been some vomit thrown in for colour. It seemed to me that A) No single person could generate this much waste; and B) The colours and textures indicated more than one... "contributor". The thought of someone actually using this stall after it began to pile up is a bit scary.

I used another stall. I heard a friend of mine come into the men's room. This individual was seriously freaked out by bodily functions and fluids. I could hear him start gagging when he went to The Last Stall.

::shudders:: I just flashed back to when I was a sophomore in college. There was construction going on outside our dorm, and the water was going to be turned off that day for about eight hours (we had about two weeks advance notice) so we couldn't flush the toilets. It was extremely inconvenient, but since I was out at classes all day anyway I just used other bathrooms around campus.

Unfortunately most of the other girls on my floor didn't think of going somewhere else. They kept using the bathroom on our floor. All day. Without flushing.

I didn't go in there myself when I got home, mainly because the screams of those who dared to venture into that mess were enough to keep me far, far away. One girl later told me that every toilet was completely filled up. The most embarrassing part was when the custodian had to come up and unclog eight toilets.

I am so glad that I now have my own apartment with my very own bathroom.

[plnnr]

Nothing to add except that I think "High Plains Drifter" is a great username. One of Clint's best, IMHO.

[Duke]

The scariest thing I've seen in a public washroom was a bit more subtle--no smeared faeces or anything. It was a washroom in an Oxford college with two stalls, with a wooden board separating the stalls. It was clean as anything (Oxford janitors, or "scouts", are known for keeping things tidy). However, when I sat down, I noticed there was a hole in the wooden board, at eye-level, so that the other toilet could be seen.

Somebody made the hole so he could watch other people taking a dump! Uuurrrrgh!

[hflathead]

almost any bar in Daytona during Bike Week. The owners finally got the idea----200,000 bikers + 1,000,000 gallons of beer + 14 porta potties = hellofamess. Now we have plenty of porta potties WITH bathroom attendants! The whole thing, candies, cologne, moist wipes, and a tip jar! Really high class!

later, Tom.

[phorester]

When I was in college I walked into the bathroom on my floor. It was real late on Saturday night. Apparently the toilets backed up leaking a mix of feces, urine, and water all across the floor. Pretty nasty. Anyway some drunk guy had walked in slipped and fell and hit his head on the sink. He was knocked out cold on the floor laying face down in the nastiest mix ever known to man. I knock on my RA's door to get someone to make sure the guy isn't dead (I sure as hell wasn't going check). The RA gets some rubber boots from the maintenance closet walks into the bathroom and pokes the guy with a broomstick until he wakes up. He stands up, obviously still drunk off his ass. As he gets up I'm thinking, "hey he looks familiar". He was my roommate. The RA stuck him in the shower and sent him too his room. Needless to say I slept in a friend's room that night.

[jayjay]

Originally posted by Duke
Somebody made the hole so he could watch other people taking a dump! Uuurrrrgh!

Not to intimate that I've ever been involved in this type of thing, but the objective of the hole was probably not to allow the observation of someone's defecation, but...um...if you're squeamish about certain things, it's probably better if you don't try to figure it out...

[posatyvo]

I don't have any scary stories, but I do find it very odd when complete strangers try to strike up a conversation at the urinals. I'm trying to pee, I'm not there for a social engagment. Kindly wait until I'm done and stop looking my way, those tiles are there so you can concentrate on making nice geometric shapes out of them and not look at me.

[mdf]

The scariest thing I've ever seen in a restroom was a USAF police dog's head coming under the door to my stall,:eek: while I had a film canister of...um...film!, yeah, film, in my pants pocket. I had already dropped the pipe in the toilet, only place available and it might have worked if I had to flush it.





I said "Hi!"






The LE type said (to the dog) "Hey, get out of there, there might be someone in there!" :p

[Una Persson]

In Spain, this December, when I stepped into the toilet.

I didn't want to describe it in detail then, but Hell, I will now. It was a small room, consisting of a few notable features:

* A sink.

* A curious lack of any toilet tissue at all.

* A 3 foot by 3 foot square sunken depression, about 6 inches deep, which sloped gently towards a 6 inch diameter round hole. There were two raised spots about 6 inches high, about 1.5 feet apart, that were evidently footrests.

* A small, incredibly filthy, jug of "water" with a damp, heavily used washrag draped over it's handle.

It seems that the purpose of this was to be a rather large human litterbox, sans litter. It also seemed that most of the locals showed disdain for the litterbox, and like naughty kitty cats had pretty well marked their territory on the floors, walls, sinks, ceiling, and door.

The stench was inhuman, as many had "missed" the hole, their...uh...remnants piled about it and buzzing with insects. I fled, and held it until the hotel. Dinner was very difficult to finish, and discretely under the table I spent several minutes washing my hands with 3 alcohol pads from my insulin kit (there was no way I was going to use that sink!).

[Fenris]

The Time: Middle of the week, about 8 years ago. August
The Place: Middle of Nowheresville, between Carlsbad, New Mexico and Albuquerque

The Situation: I was on the last leg of a business trip. I was returning from Carlsbad and, like the utter fool that I was in my wasted youth, had decided not to defer gratification and stopped at a mom-n-pop Mexican food stand on the outskirts of Roswell. The food was tasty. But there was a surprise in store for me....

So it's about two hours later. My lower intestine is dancing the wild fandango as I try to drive with my legs crossed trying to contain the beast within my bowels. There's just too much traffic to take a dump alongside the road.

Suddenly, a sign: Rest Stop, Next Exit. I begin to speed. Tires squealing, I pull up to the Rest Stop, tear out of the car and make a mad sprint for the restroom. And, about 8 feet away from the door, slam to a halt as I hit a solid wall of stench. I examine the smell. It's so strong that it not only has odor and flavor, it has it's own texture. I look. There is a line of dead flies, apparently killed by the smell at about a six foot radius. An invisible electric fence of stench.

Nonetheless, I persevere. Holding my nose (Literally) I push open the door. Apparently the septic tank has backed up and there's about 1/4th inch deep ooze of excrement and urine and God knows what else. All of which has been melting in a windowless shack in the hot, August New Mexico sun. I back away.

"Fine." I think. "The rest stop will shelter me from the road. I'll go behind it." I run back to my car to get toilet paper (I always carried a spare roll, just in case.) It was missing. I search for something. A magazine. A newspaper. All I can find is a book, The Wheel of Time.

"I can't destroy a book" thinks Fenris's Superego
"You wanna drive another 150 miles in squishy underwear?" replies Fenris's ID
"But it's a BOOK! You can't destroy a book!" wails Superego
"It's by Robert Jordan. You hate it. There are billions of copies of it in existence. Besides it's nine thousand pages long. You won't miss two or three of 'em" argues ID with relentless logic.

My stomach punctuates the discussion with a loud, disturbing rumble. It's sick of philosophy. It gives me a 10 second warning. I grab the book and run.

As I drive back to Albuquerque, I feel shame and guilt mixed a resolution: I'll never be toilet-paperless again.

Fenris

[MsRobyn]

Due to various regulations, the women in the Navy's Electronics Technician school (including myself) were forced to move from nice, cushy quarters into a barracks that had been vacated by the Gunnery School. Now, the Gunnery School students were by and large male. (This is important.)

We got into the barracks to start cleaning it. What a sty. We went into the bathrooms (sorry, heads) and found substances that could either give us some horrible disease, or make us pregnant (or both; who knew?). The toilets were crusted with God knows what, and the showers were abominable.

We found half-used cans of Copenhagen in the lockers in the rooms. We found centerfolds featuring women with vaginas so large we thought we'd fall in if we stepped on them.

At least it was close to the chow hall, which is another story entirely.

Robin

[KJ]

Man, I thought I had a good story at first, but it looks like you guys have me totally beat.

I was at a local air show many years ago with my older brother. This was when I was maybe 7 or 8 years old. I needed to go to the bathroom. My brother says, "Heheheh. Look in that bathroom. There's a big turd on the floor." I remember it because it was the first time I ever heard the word "turd." I really needed to go, so I went in that bathroom, just after seeing some guy walk out of it. I step inside, and on the floor, there was a squished brown mass, with shoeprint grooves on it. I shudder to think about what happened to the unlucky person who stepped in it.

[RickQ]

I have had several bad experiences.

First of all, any public convenience I have been in around where I live stinks. Most are damp on the floor. Several are hardly let at all, stalls with doors hanging off, no paper, graffiti everywhere. Nasty places.

The ones at Uni weren't as bad, but some of them had "eye holes" as mentioned about and they had loads of stuff written all over them. Lots of smut and phone numbers and stuff.

The final experience was when I worked in a bar for three years. I was the poor guy who had to go and un-block the toilets when they got clogger. Luckily I had some heavy duty gloves. I have to say, the women's toilets were the worst and got blocked more. They were always full of tissue and tampons and stuff. The most amamzing thing was the people would still use them. I mean, I know there is a queue, and people really need to go, but that is nasty.

TTFN
Rick

[Guinastasia]

Originally posted by jayjay
Originally posted by Duke
Somebody made the hole so he could watch other people taking a dump! Uuurrrrgh!

Not to intimate that I've ever been involved in this type of thing, but the objective of the hole was probably not to allow the observation of someone's defecation, but...um...if you're squeamish about certain things, it's probably better if you don't try to figure it out...



WHAT? I'm curious as hell now...

[Fenris]

Originally posted by Guinastasia
Originally posted by jayjay
Originally posted by Duke
Somebody made the hole so he could watch other people taking a dump! Uuurrrrgh!

Not to intimate that I've ever been involved in this type of thing, but the objective of the hole was probably not to allow the observation of someone's defecation, but...um...if you're squeamish about certain things, it's probably better if you don't try to figure it out...



WHAT? I'm curious as hell now...


The term is "Glory-Hole". One person sticks his penis through the hole, the other...services the first.

There's apparently some sort of ritual involved (one person taps his foot and other clears his throat. The first murmers "The Goat Felches at Midnight"...or something like that) but I've never gotten the details.

Fenris

[HeyHomie]

Originally posted by Guinastasia
Not to intimate that I've ever been involved in this type of thing, but the objective of the hole was probably not to allow the observation of someone's defecation, but...um...if you're squeamish about certain things, it's probably better if you don't try to figure it out...
[/B]


WHAT? I'm curious as hell now...
[/B][/QUOTE]

Uhh, Guinastasia, those holes are called "glory holes" (or at least, they were called "glory holes" whilst I attended Western Illinois University in the late 80's). See, what happens is WARNING: IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH TURN AWAY NOW Gay Man #1 puts his rectum up against the hole. Gay Man #2, on the other side, pushes his penish through the hole and into Gay Man #1's rectum. They have anonymous gay sex through these holes, see. Yup, that's what they're there for.

Now ya know.

[HeyHomie]

...And of course Fenris beats me to it......

[Guinastasia]

:eek:

LMAO....oh good gravy! My god, when you think about the fact that the door was wood-SPLINTERS!!!!!
Ha!

[jayjay]

Originally posted by Guinastasia
:eek:

LMAO....oh good gravy! My god, when you think about the fact that the door was wood-SPLINTERS!!!!!
Ha!


Hehe...a small hole is probably mostly used for watching. Actual glory-holes are usually at least four inches in diameter.

Just so no one gets the wrong idea, this is not an activity that most or even a large majority of gay men get involved with. It's a minority of the minority, in a manner of speaking, but having spent time at a large university, I have to say that some of these locations do a volume of business that Yahoo! and eBay would both envy.

[Baker]

Fenris, I have seldom laughed so hard as when I read your post, with its "conversation" between your Id and Superego! My gut started to ache as I couldn't stop laughing and giggling for near to five minutes. Guess I'm easily amused. I'm gonna pass this thread on to a friend I think would be entertained by it.

[barker]

Brings back to mind one of my favorite passages, many dopers should rememeber it In 1942 I was the star in one of the filthiest dramas of all time. I was a seaman, amd went to the Imperial Cafe on Scollay Square in Boston to drink; I drank sixty glasses of beer and retired to the toilet bowl and went to sleep. During the night at least a hundred seamen and assorted civilians came in and cast their sentient debouchments on me till I was unrecogizably caked. What difference does it make after all?-anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for what's heaven? what's earth? All in the mind.



On the Road by Jack Kerouac

[Fenris]

Originally posted by jayjay [/b]
Hehe...a small hole is probably mostly used for watching. Actual glory-holes are usually at least four inches in diameter.
[/B]

[Obligatory BS guy comment]
Wait a sec...if it's only four inches in diameter, how do you get your dick through? Mine certainly wouldn't fit!
[/Obligatory BS guy comment]

Fenris

[beagledave]

[Obligatory BS guy comment]
Wait a sec...if it's only four inches in diameter, how do you get your dick through? Mine certainly wouldn't fit!
[/Obligatory BS guy comment]

Fenris [/B]

<obligatory slam on sexual equipment size >
It'll fit if Fenris sticks it in sideways :D
</slam>

[Duke]

OK! OK! I specificially did not mention gloryholes (yes, I do know what the term means; yes, that was my first thought when I saw the hole) because

1) The hole was only 1/2 inch in diameter, narrowing as it reached the other side of the frame (I must emphasise there was no one in the other stall when I was looking at the hole). That could indicate a very poorly-endowed man made the hole, except that...
2) The hole was at eye-level right next to the toilet. Anyone attempting penis-to-hole contact (I'm sure there's a better metaphor for that) would have had to be pretty tall, and cram themselves between the toilet and the wood frame. Also, there was the angle problem...hey, though, I didn't exactly lie awake at night trying to think about this one. It was a hole for looking through.
3) Opal would be highly embarrassed if I mentioned her name here, but rules are rules.

I'm not sure this is the appropriate forum, but...which would be more disgusting, jayjay: watching somebody take a dump; or sticking your vitals through a hole hoping that some anonymous person on the other side will gratify you, and hoping said person will not decide to cause you lasting genital damage. I ask you.

Sheesh. Only on the Board would people hijack a thread in such a disgusting way. You guys are the greatest.

[City Gent]

Originally posted by Johnny L.A.
...It seemed to me that A) No single person could generate this much waste; and B) The colours and textures indicated more than one... "contributor". The thought of someone actually using this stall after it began to pile up is a bit scary.


What would be scarier is if the entire toiletful was the product of just one person's bowels.

After reading these posts, I've come to the conclusion that a bathroom can only get so disgusting before any additional grossness really doesn't add anything further. I mean, once the excreta leave the confines of the toilet bowl in any significant quantity, you've pretty much crossed the line into unusability.

As for my own worst experience, that would have to be halftime during Monday Night Football at the old Cleveland Stadium. First the "trough" toilets would fill, then the bowls would fill, then the sinks would fill, and at that point, your only option was to get inside the door and pee on the floor. You could tell who had been to the game by smelling their shoes the next day.

[gorkamorka]

You could tell who had been to the game by smelling their shoes the next day.

And WHAT were you doing sniffing other people's shoes?!?!?!???

[OpalCat]

Originally posted by Duke
3) Opal would be highly embarrassed if I mentioned her name here, but rules are rules.

Embarrassed? Nah. My stomach is turning, though.

[Pedro]

Oh nooooooo! It's coming back!!! The memories are too painful... the time I mixed alcohol and marijuana and what not... it just happened... passed out face down on this filthy toilet seat (no feces thank God!).

There was this time also when I came into contact with a molecule of vile stench from a public toilet in a Tanzanian National Park and I was ready to be fed to the lions.

[mkmiller99]

This one is not near as bad as some of the other stories, but disgusting none the less.

My dorm hall was a girls dorm, and in this particular dorm we had to share bathrooms. I went in one morning (with flip flops on so I didn't have to stand barefoot in the shower, of course), and I look up to the high set window and on the sill I see a used tampon. I wanted to get sick right there.

I mean, I couldn't believe that a woman would do such a thing. It still blows my mind.

In general, I try to avoid using public restrooms because of all the horrible things I have read here.

[City Gent]

This thread reminds me of something an old college roommate once said: Part of the reason that people don't like to smell other people's shit is that deep down, one knows that the smell comes from "shit molecules" landing on one's olfactory bulb, and what could be grosser than someone else's dump in your nose, even if it's only a little bit?