I had a memorable weekend away a month or so ago
Field, drunkenness, 4 portaloos... you get the idea.

Anyway, Friday night I went to do my business in one of said portaloos and was confronted by a used condom planted neatly in the middle of the toilet seat, so naturally I laughed, used another toilet, and recounted my find to my boyfriend on my return to bed.

Saturday morning, once again, the urge struck me and I dashed off. Wary of the previous night's find, I plumped for the second toilet in the row, only to be greeted by a pair of heavily soiled boxers on the floor. Retching copiously, I went for the third toilet, which was of a tolerable standard in comparison, and went about my business.

By Saturday night I was a bit more wary, and watched the bogs for a while before going to them to check for any suspicious activity. Eventually, I went again for the third toilet in the row of four, thinking that nothing could possibly be worse than some poor sod's shitty kecks - but no, I was greeted by the frankly mind-boggling sight of at least half a dozen used sanitary towels scattered about the place, a couple of them even stuck to the walls. I can't even begin to comprehend the logistics of that one.

Funnily enough, I avoided the facilities on Sunday and held it in until I was back in the safety of my own bathroom. I dread to think what vile, terrifying surprise could have awaited me in cubicle no. 4.
( useful_idiot, Mon 5 Sep 2005, 22:15, Reply)