I worked at the blood bank a few years ago, and in the women’s restroom there was diarrhea smeared on the wall above the toilet. It remained for a couple of days because nobody wanted to clean it. The thing is, this was an employee only restroom.
Spend one day in the phillippenes my friend. My God, crap every where. The smell was worse, they have toilets but I guess everyone is unable to aim.
I once visited a friend’s house (US) where the sink was full of dirty dishes and there were roaches everywhere. Did NOT visit the bathroom…
Another time, had an interview in Madrid at 8am, so spent the previous night in the flat a so-called-friend shared with two others. His brother was also visiting. When I was leaving, my “friend” said, in his whinniest voice, “you know, when you’re visiting someone’s house and they feed you, it’s polite to wash the dishes.”
I replied “you know, when you expect your visitors to wash the dishes, it’s polite to NOT let them pile up in the sink for at least one week. PLUS, your bathroom hadn’t been so clean since you pigs moved in. Did you know the tub is white? And there’s colored flowers at the bottom of the curtains!”
The brother said “ah, yes, on the area that used to be so completely black you couldn’t see through it, you mean? I’d noticed someone had cleaned, thank you!”
Me: “was it you who washed the floors, by the way? They’re actually shiny!”
Brother: “yes it was, I hate it when my shoes try to stick to the tiles.”
We high-fived. And didn’t do the damn dishes.
Once I was in a summer camp in Spain, kitchen staff. This was not like US camps, we lived in tents and the latrines were ditches with some canvas drawn around them. You were supposed to toss some earth on top of your solids, but apparently some of the girls’ were too squicked to do it, leading to a certain eau-de-monthly which the guys rightfully complained about. The same girls would never replace the roll of toilet paper. After I’d explained to them that Our Lady had to wash her monthly rags and wipe her ass with her left hand and she would probably have kissed Mr Scott full in the mouth for such a wonderful invention and if Our Lady would have been only too happy to dump some earth and change the goddamn roll they could do it too, the ladies went to complain to the priest. The priest said I was perfectly right and accurate and maybe if the ladies couldn’t cover their pads we’d be able to find some old-fashioned cotton rags and they’d be able to wash them by hand in the river, so as to be more like Our Lady? (mountain stream, the kind that’s cold even in August)
All of a sudden they remembered how to use a spade and where the TP was stored :rolleyes:
Inside the US: My SIL place before she renovated. An old man lived there, the toilet 'rocked" and was dangerously close to going through the subfloor. The bath surround was mildewy and various stains.
I have many outside the US. One that sticks in my mind when I read the OP is the old airport in Dhahran Saudi Arabia. There was an eastern toilet(read hole in the floor) and a western on with no seat, and clogged up. In the Eastern countries I’ve lived/visited always BYOTP!