Worst bathroom experience?
Apr 5th, 2002, 06:46 AM
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One of my first jobs was in a Holiday Inn, starting in the kitchen. I worked every kitchen, dining room, and housekeeping position before finally "making it" to the front desk.
One Saturday afternoon, while there was a big wedding reception in the Banquet Rooms, an older man came up to the front desk, telling me something, but between his mumbling manner, and broken English, could not understand. A little later someone else came up to the desk and announced that his father had to use the bathroom, and each stall door had been locked by some prankster, and that his dad had already complained to me, to no avail, and that his dad really had "to go".
So I called out to the kitchen for someone to come out to the desk. "Tony" came out, and I explained the situation to him. A few minutes later he came back to the office, red faced and angered, almost to tears. Seems he had just gone into the restroom, lied down on the floor and slid under one of the doors, when someone sitting on the throne asks, "What the hell are you doing?" Tony had never verified that the stalls were indeed unoccupied. To this day 30 years hence) he still thinks I did that to him.
One Saturday afternoon, while there was a big wedding reception in the Banquet Rooms, an older man came up to the front desk, telling me something, but between his mumbling manner, and broken English, could not understand. A little later someone else came up to the desk and announced that his father had to use the bathroom, and each stall door had been locked by some prankster, and that his dad had already complained to me, to no avail, and that his dad really had "to go".
So I called out to the kitchen for someone to come out to the desk. "Tony" came out, and I explained the situation to him. A few minutes later he came back to the office, red faced and angered, almost to tears. Seems he had just gone into the restroom, lied down on the floor and slid under one of the doors, when someone sitting on the throne asks, "What the hell are you doing?" Tony had never verified that the stalls were indeed unoccupied. To this day 30 years hence) he still thinks I did that to him.
Apr 5th, 2002, 08:33 AM
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I've seen/used some pretty bad restrooms but the worst was at the ranger station at one of the entrances to the Masai Mara in Kenya.
It looked like a new, modern restroom . . . western toilets, long counter w/sinks . . . but, everything, even the counters and top of the toilets was covered in poop, lots of it . . . it looked like someone had carried it in and piled it around.
It was not caused by animals, as the door was locked and one of the rangers had to give me the key.
Thoroughly disgusting!
It looked like a new, modern restroom . . . western toilets, long counter w/sinks . . . but, everything, even the counters and top of the toilets was covered in poop, lots of it . . . it looked like someone had carried it in and piled it around.
It was not caused by animals, as the door was locked and one of the rangers had to give me the key.
Thoroughly disgusting!
Apr 5th, 2002, 09:14 AM
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My husband told me this story:
He used to be in band that toured a lot and they went to the Netherlands for a series of shows. When you walked into the main door of the club, you were actually walking directly into the men's bathroom. You had to pass thru the men's bathroom to get into the club (girls too)! To make is even worse, the stalls had NO DOORS! So picture this if you dare, the lead singer sitting on the john before the show with the entire audience streaming past him as they enter the club. Unbelieveable.
He used to be in band that toured a lot and they went to the Netherlands for a series of shows. When you walked into the main door of the club, you were actually walking directly into the men's bathroom. You had to pass thru the men's bathroom to get into the club (girls too)! To make is even worse, the stalls had NO DOORS! So picture this if you dare, the lead singer sitting on the john before the show with the entire audience streaming past him as they enter the club. Unbelieveable.
Apr 17th, 2002, 05:05 PM
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We had a person go into our restroom at work and she took her poop and wrote swear words all over the bathroom walls with it. I was the unfortunate person to find it, it was awful. The person was (obviously) mentally ill and we had to file a police report for vandalism. We knew who it was but never found out if she was charged with anything or not. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it myself!
Apr 17th, 2002, 06:10 PM
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I used to be on the faculty at a major, internationally-respected university on the East Coast, and my librarian friends told me they had serious problems with the restrooms in the undergraduate library. The men's rooms had the usual problems (guys with bad aim, stopped-up toilets, etc), but it was the ladies' rooms that were the constant nightmare. It seems that some of the girls thought it was funny to stick their used tampons on the stall walls, doors, etc. This was not just a one-time incident -- it happened fairly regularly.
(I've since moved to a smaller university where apparently it has not occurred to the students that this might be a fun way to dispose of feminine hygiene products).
Made me thankful that a) I didn't have to use the ladies' room and b) I spent most of my time in the graduate library anyway.
(I've since moved to a smaller university where apparently it has not occurred to the students that this might be a fun way to dispose of feminine hygiene products).
Made me thankful that a) I didn't have to use the ladies' room and b) I spent most of my time in the graduate library anyway.
Apr 18th, 2002, 06:56 PM
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I was on a train in Indonesia from Surabaya to Jojakarta and I went to the bathroom which was a small closet not even with a hole but a grate on the floor. Below the great you could see the railroad ties whizzing by! You just do your business against one wall and hope to not step on anything. you need strong inner thigh muscles for this and you can't let your pants or shorts hit the ground.
Apr 18th, 2002, 07:54 PM
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I was touring a bourbon distillery in Kentucky (not the highlight of my travels) and after a short tour of the property in a tour bus we were taken to a small visitor center. I entered the empty bathrooms and made myself comfortable in one of the stalls. A few minutes later I could hear two guys walking in who proceeded to use the urinals. Suddenly, in the dead silence of the bathroom one lets loose a 5-second, sonic boom, 8.5 on the richter scale fart. I did my best to control my laughter, until I heard the non-farter say, in the most back-country deep-south white-trash accent "damn boy, shoulda saved that one for the tour bus".
Sorry, that wasn't a bad experience, just an entertaining one.
Sorry, that wasn't a bad experience, just an entertaining one.
Apr 18th, 2002, 08:09 PM
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I was touring a bourbon distillery in Kentucky (not the highlight of my travels) and after a short tour of the property in a tour bus we were taken to a small visitor center. I entered the empty bathrooms and made myself comfortable in one of the stalls. A few minutes later I could hear two guys walking in who proceeded to use the urinals. Suddenly, in the dead silence of the bathroom one lets loose a 5-second, sonic boom, 8.5 on the richter scale fart. I did my best to control my laughter, until I heard the non-farter say, in the most back-country deep-south white-trash accent "damn boy, shoulda saved that one for the tour bus".
Sorry, that wasn't a bad experience, just an entertaining one.
Sorry, that wasn't a bad experience, just an entertaining one.
Apr 19th, 2002, 04:38 AM
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I was touring a bourbon distillery in Kentucky (not the highlight of my travels) and after a short tour of the property in a tour bus we were taken to a small visitor center. I entered the empty bathrooms and made myself comfortable in one of the stalls. A few minutes later I could hear two guys walking in who proceeded to use the urinals. Suddenly, in the dead silence of the bathroom one lets loose a 5-second, sonic boom, 8.5 on the richter scale fart. I did my best to control my laughter, until I heard the non-farter say, in the most back-country deep-south white-trash accent "damn boy, shoulda saved that one for the tour bus".
Sorry, that wasn't a bad experience, just an entertaining one.
Sorry, that wasn't a bad experience, just an entertaining one.
Apr 19th, 2002, 05:09 AM
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I was 25 and at a resort in Jamaica. My friend and I (from Boston) met a few boys from Texas. They suggested that we leave the resort and head for an "all night" outdoor (8PM-8AM) Reggae concert in town. We arrived by cab to find that we were the only non-Jamacians. We bought tickets out of a Vokeswagon (sp?) bug and proceeded into the concert area.
As we entered, a large Jamacian man approached us to let us know that he would "take care of us" if we bought his beers all night. We thought this was a good idea (since beers were only 25 cents) and took him up on his offer.
After a few beers (and 7 hours of concert to go) we asked him to take us to the bathroom.
He said there was only one. It was an 8 foot high stone structure with only 3 walls (no door) with a large dirt hole inside.
I quickly looked around for a group of trees or bushes that I could use instead of this structure (which was full of flies, smelled worse than anything I have ever smelled in my life and had black water inside of it). No bushes, trees, remote areas to be found and we weren't allowed to leave the concert or we'd have to pay admission again.
As I had no choice, I entered and began my business. I am not sure why I didn't ask my friend to keep an eye out to keep other people away (guess I had a few too many) but to make a bad situation even worse, as I was going about my business, I looked up to find 3 very large Jamaican men staring at me from the doorway.
Not only embarassing but scary - next thing you know they started talking to me like this was all normal asking where was I from, how'd I like Jamaica, etc.
One of the grossest, weirdest, embarrassing situations I have ever been in in my life!!
As we entered, a large Jamacian man approached us to let us know that he would "take care of us" if we bought his beers all night. We thought this was a good idea (since beers were only 25 cents) and took him up on his offer.
After a few beers (and 7 hours of concert to go) we asked him to take us to the bathroom.
He said there was only one. It was an 8 foot high stone structure with only 3 walls (no door) with a large dirt hole inside.
I quickly looked around for a group of trees or bushes that I could use instead of this structure (which was full of flies, smelled worse than anything I have ever smelled in my life and had black water inside of it). No bushes, trees, remote areas to be found and we weren't allowed to leave the concert or we'd have to pay admission again.
As I had no choice, I entered and began my business. I am not sure why I didn't ask my friend to keep an eye out to keep other people away (guess I had a few too many) but to make a bad situation even worse, as I was going about my business, I looked up to find 3 very large Jamaican men staring at me from the doorway.
Not only embarassing but scary - next thing you know they started talking to me like this was all normal asking where was I from, how'd I like Jamaica, etc.
One of the grossest, weirdest, embarrassing situations I have ever been in in my life!!
Apr 19th, 2002, 10:18 AM
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To add to the previous poster about Boston, what is it about Boston bars that have such nasty bathrooms? Not only are the Beacon Hill Pub's bathrooms "worst" ever (the women's, by the way, is the size of a postage stamp), the Pour House has bathrooms that an inmate would frown at. Also funny--if you go to Whiskey Park bar near Boylston, the bathroom ceilings are mirrored. So you might not realize it, but as you're taking a pee in your stall (ladies), anyone can just look up at the ceiling and see your reflection!
May 17th, 2002, 06:34 PM
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What is it about Boston? I was visiting Cambridge Mass.(from the midwest) After a day long eating and drinking fest I had to go, but couldn't find anywhere on the way back to the hotel. Toward the end every footstep was jarring me with pain. I even had to walk up stairs. Finally I made it to the bathroom. Unfortunately I never got the chance to sit down. To the poster who wrote:
"The explosion was like the aftershock of the meteor in the Armageddon movie - the massive impact had sent debris flying all over the wall as if Jackson Pollack himself had a bucket of his waste and decided to make a masterpiece. How it happened I'll never know."
I can tell you how it happened. I could have stood above that toilet for another two hours, but once the knees bend, fuhgettabout it.
"The explosion was like the aftershock of the meteor in the Armageddon movie - the massive impact had sent debris flying all over the wall as if Jackson Pollack himself had a bucket of his waste and decided to make a masterpiece. How it happened I'll never know."
I can tell you how it happened. I could have stood above that toilet for another two hours, but once the knees bend, fuhgettabout it.
