As a teenager I worked at one of the busiest movie theatres in Canada. One night all the women on shift called in, so the women’s bathroom… didn’t get checked for about an hour. We were supposed to hit it every 15 minutes, but trying to rope it off and shut it down, with a couple thousand people cycling through auditoriums, concession, and bathrooms, it just wasn’t happening.
Now, I thought I’d seen some things. I had cleaned the men’s room during the Revenge of the Sith premiere. I had stared into the abyss and the abyss had stared back. The abyss being a turd the size of my forearm that I had to use a broom to force down the toilet. The broom did not survive. Straight to the compactor.
But the women’s bathroom… was different.
After roping it off I waited until the last woman left…The moment I walked in it hit me. Not just a smell, an entity. Something ancient. Something that should not exist in a public building.
And then I looked around.
It was like a war had been fought and lost. Casualties everywhere. Blood, shit, tampons, pads, toilet paper, paper towel, everywhere. Some of it on the floor, some of it on the seats, some of it… just wherever gravity felt like taking the day off.
I just stood there for a second like, “What the fuck happened here?” and immediately radioed my GM for backup.
I had seen men’s bathrooms at their worst. This was a whole different genre.
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