Worst Experience in a Public Restroom

In My Humble Opinion
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One time during my senior year in high school, I was washing my hands at one of the sinks, and the girl next to me was having a conversation with her friend who was in one of the stalls. The friend was saying, “I’m almost finished. I’ll be out in a minute,” and then she screamed, “Aaaaaaaa! I just broke the stick off the
tampon!” The other girl yelled back to her, “Shut up, stupid! There’s someone else out here!” I turned and left without saying a word. By the way, I use pads instead of tampons, and after hearing that girl having a fit, I was convinced that I made the right decision.

A few months ago, I went into a stall in the women’s room
at my university, and I saw a small spot of someone else’s menstrual blood on the toilet seat. EEEEEEWWWWWW!!!

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When I part-timed my way through Uni at Burger King, one time the sanitary disposal thingy in the Ladies had been blocked by a fish and chip wrapper, and the next user had just dropped their used tampon on the floor.
Also any busy Saturday when the disposal thingy started overflowing and I had to don protective clothing and squash it all down with my hands.
BTW, why do women always leave a ton of wet tissue paper strewn around the wash-basins?

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  1. The bathroom that had a circular trough in the middle of the room, with the sinks along the walls. I don’t know if architect intended to create a sense of “community” by forcing a bunch of guys to face each other while peeing in a circle, but it was still quite creeeeepy.

  2. The turd in a dormitory bathroom that nobody would flush down for a week, because it was so huge – about 3" in diameter, and a good 2’ long. The fecal mass hung over onto the seat, meaning the shitter must have squatted up and pulled forward while in the act. No paper in the bowl, either. It became a minor tourist attraction, with visitors from all over campus stopping by to see the monstrosity.

  3. Another dormitory bowel movement, this one a bit looser, forming a large island in the bowl. It wouldn’t be so unusual, if it weren’t for the small American flag planted on top of it.

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First I have to say I hate public restrooms and avoid them if possible. Never sit on the seat, never touch any surface with my bare hands and flush with my foot. Yet I still have gross things happen to me when I do use public restrooms.
Two times I had my son with me when he was about 4 and he decided to crawl under the stall door and out the main door. The first time I screamed for fear of losing him, stood up (still peeing) and chased after him. I left a stream all across the floor. I was so embarrassed. The second time I just let him try to get the big door open and of course he couldn’t.

Then there was the time in Wal-Mart that I didn’t get my shorts down far enough and I peed all over the back of them. Had to go home and change before I could go back and shop.

How about when I was so hungry and full of coffee that I ran into the bathroom at Burger King before ordering only to look over and see a huge pair of circus sized underware half out of the trash just full of crap. Didn’t need to eat after that.

The family went to eat lunch at a buffet place and the ladies decided to go to the bathroom before getting in line. We walked in and some woman was sitting on the pot legs spread wide rocking back and forth moaning like she was in labor. We decided we’d go eat and watch the door to make sure she had a bundle with her when she came out. If not then we’d check to make sure she didn’t leave it in the stall.

When I first married and was way young and dumb my husband and I went to New Orleans for the weekend. I once again had to pee before we could get to our destination. So he stopped at the first bar he saw. On the way in a gal on a motorcycle told us we weren’t going to like it in there. I didn’t care I had to go. I made a beeline to the bathroom and didn’t care that there were no doors on the stalls and it was packed full. We were all women right. When I got done I found my husband and asked if we were going to start here and have a drink first. He grabbed me by the arm and said look where we are. I looked and looked and couldn’t figure it out. He finally had to tell me we were in a gay bar and he was the only man in the place. The gal on the motorcycle outside said “I told you” as we went out. Until that point in time I didn’t know women could be gay. (yea I spent some time in a convent)

And never try to find a clean toilet that isn’t overflowing anywhere in the French Quarter during Mardi Gras. You’ll be better off peeing in an alley.

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singing
Only rich folks get to pee on Mardi Gras Day,
Only rich folks get to pee on Mardi Gras Day,
They’re up there on the balcony
They pee all over you and me
Only rich folks get to pee on Mardi Gras Day.

:smiley:

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This isn’t so much a horror story as it is one of the “ohhh…,” moments.

When I was traveling through Europe after college (I was a very naive American at the time) I was staying at a hostel in Portugal. Now I, as a rule, don’t like using public restrooms and have gained the bladder the size of the Bismarck and bowels that –if need be- could hold back the sands of the Sahara, just to make it back to a clean and comfortable toilet. That being said, I was really in need of a good BM.

So I went into the men’s restroom, which was old, but clean and had 3 stalls along one side with doors. No one was in the room so I had my pick of the litter, as it were. Being a person of efficiency, I started with door number one. Now, remember, this was after I had seen many a bathroom in less than perfect condition (actually a lot less than horrible condition) on my travels throughout Europe. Any-hoo, I open the door to the first stall and someone has actually stolen the toilet. I couldn’t believe it. But it was not like anyone watch the place that closely and, perhaps it was a common problem in a town that was not know for wealth and indoor plumbing. No worries, I still am alone and there are 2 more doors.

Door number 2. I have half begun to remove my trousers, confidant that a thief could not have absconded with more than one toilet. Besides, I knew people were using the bathroom all day with nary a complaint. Yet, this toilet had been removed as well! I feared I was the unfortunate victim of some great ‘toilet bowl heist’ conspiracy. Ah, it was of no matter. I still had one more stall at my disposal.

Door number 3. Ok, I think. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?! These rogues have stolen ALL OF THE TOILETS! And seemingly without anyone being the wiser! Nothing there but a hole in the floor. A hole that is in the middle of a porcelain square with two no-slip foot pads. This is one highly specialized hole in the floor…

And then it dawns on me.

Of course, the Hole-In-Floor™ made sense of the hand rails to either side and the no-slip foot pads. This was one of those quaint ‘foreign’ (no offense to all of the quaint foreigners out there) toilets. Well, all I can say is that, if you aren’t used to using them it’s a anxiety provoking experience. But I prevailed and my business was done. However, the “hole” wasn’t a hole as in a vast chasm sense. It was a hole that went down several inches and diverted back towards the wall. I was now struck with the conundrum of how do actually get my “business” to move along. No foot switches. No handle on the wall. I search in vain. Then I saw above me a handle connected to a basin. Much like the gravity flush toilets from many years back. Aha! I just pull the handle and voila! Except, instead of just a toilet basin flushing, the hole floor flushed. That’s when those hand-holds on the wall made themselves really useful. I quickly jumped up to the sides of the stall like Spider-Man on speed. Soon the process was finished and I climbed down, and went my merry way. Luckily, it was the first and last experience with that particular mode of toilet.

I won’t even go into the first time I stumbled across a bidet…