Here's mine:

I remember the women's room from my school's local dive, "The Jailhouse". It had three stalls, a leaky sink (pretty much the extent of the water pressure) and little more than a foot-and-a-half of passing room between the stall doors and the sink.

The first stall had no door. Well, sometimes the door was there, but it was usually hanging at an odd angle, attached only by its lower hinge. This made getting in and out of the stall difficult, due to the cramped quarters, so it generally came off by the end of the night anyway, conveniently stored in plain sight at the end of the hallway.

The few rolls of super-economy, tissue-thin toilet paper usually ran out by midnight, their discarded cardboard rolls littering the floor along with wet clumps of toilet paper, spent matches, and other bits of disgusting, unidentifiable debris. Definitely not a floor for lying on, although I'd seen some people slumped in the stalls, "facing" the toilet, on their knees. Gee, what could they be doing?

The worst part was that by the end of the night, one or two of the toilets would become blocked. Some people would continue to use them regardless of whether or not they flushed and so they became filled with a tasty combination of discarded, unflushable pads/tampons; piss; fecal matter; toilet paper and vomit. Imagine the colors. Can't ya just smell it?

-s