Gare du Nord on Friday (did I mention I've been to France recently).
Drunk passed out on the floor. Whole place reeked of vomit. First cubicle I opened had a fresh blood stain on the tile wall. The second one just had lots of blood spatters on the wall and a shit-caked toilet.
My lunch was causing me some serious problems, so it was very much a needs must situation, but fucking hell.
When was the last time you were scarred by a public toilet experience?