Talk:Public Restrooms/@comment-25488152-20141111233033

Firstly, why the stomping at the squirrel?

"The door screamed in protest as I entered, rust covered hinges flaking away in a flurry. The sound reverberated in the small room. As was normal for bathrooms the floor was linoleum, the walls a bare white and a single yellow light illuminated the six stalls aligning the back wall."

"This time it smelled worse. As though something had died and been left to rot in the small hanging trash box along one of the stall walls. Knowing the sorts of things that would have normally been thrown in there I didn’t feel the urge to investigate and set my mind to finishing my business."

When I had seen there was no-one about in the parking lot, I would have grabbed a lot of tissues / paper towels and peed in the bushes.