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?”
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’m gonna expand the OT to “What’s the scariest thing you’ve seen or experienced in a public washroom.”
Let the fun begin!
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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. 
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.
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.
HA! Makes me wonder just how one manages to get shit on the roof… now that’s explosive!
::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.
Nothing to add except that I think “High Plains Drifter” is a great username. One of Clint’s best, IMHO.
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!
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.
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.
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…
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.