Public bathrooms are already a horror story, but sometimes they're a sensible PG-13. You can generally get in and out without being too offended or horrified.
Then sometimes you walk right on into an NC-17 situation. Excrement in places it shouldn't be. People in spots they shouldn't be.
Sometimes it's like walking into a David Lynch film. Other times it's like the movie Saw. You pray for it to be one of the milder versions.
Here were those answers.
Warning: this is gross.
Alone In The Dark
The worst experience was one night in a large public restroom:
A guy turned off the light switch as he left, leaving me in pitch darkness while sitting in a stall at the far end of the room.
I had to feel my way out of there along a row of urinals and sinks, trying to find my way to the door.
Besides being disgusting, it was scary not knowing if someone else was lurking there in the darkness waiting to attack, or whether I was truly alone.
Direct Eye Contact
I've told this story before...As a child I went to Golden Corral, ate a plate of food, and excused myself to use the restroom. I walked into the last stall and there was a lady sitting there pooping and looking back at me. The door was open. Nothing was locked. We made direct eye contact. I backpedaled, saying "OH NO I'M SORRY," and she was like "Ah honey it's fine."
BUT IT WASN'T FINE AT ALL
No Clarity Of Mind
My gym was having a competition that I was competing in, but first I had to poop. The bathroom is a single stall in a room, and the gym was very crowded, so the next person in line was waiting inside the bathroom where the stall was.
The story isn't that I ended up pooping when a stranger could hear me, but rather what transpired afterward. The toilet was old and you had to press down on the flush handle until the bowl emptied, which took forever (like, over a minute), and then it took even longer (like 5 minutes) to fill back up again.
A piece of my poop refused to flush. I flushed maybe 3 times to see if it would go down to no avail. Now, this is like 15 minutes later and I was staring at this fraction of a turd in the toilet bowl that would just not go down the damn pipe. I reached in, with my hand, pulled it out, wrapped it in toilet paper, and threw it in the little trash can that was inside the stall.
Of course, this poor person who was waiting in line for > 15 minutes HAD TO ASK "are you ok?" to which I obviously replied "yep" even though I was mortified. So I walked out of the stall, right past the next user, and washed my hands with what I hoped was my best stone-faced, IDGAF look.
In hindsight, could I have left the turd piece in there and just walked without this ill-fated attempt to hide the product of a normal bodily function? Of course. Did I possess that clarity of thought at the time? No.
Dirty Little Secret
Stood up too soon before inspecting the damage, greasy little clinger fell right down my trouser leg. I didnt realise until about 2 hours later when half my colleagues had been commenting the office smelt like poop, and i discovered my trouser leg was stuck to my thigh - with what turned out to be poop. I initially thought it must be melted chocolate, but luckily the sniff test clarified that one.
Probably one of the lowest points of my career to date.
Chicago O'Hare. The lock on the stall jammed. First time as a European that I've ever appreciated those huge gaps under the doors of American toilet cubicles. Still, having to slide along the floor of an airport wasn't the best fun.
Once walked into a bathroom when I was little, 5 or 6, with my mum. It was the woman's toilet (im a guy btw) but it was fine BC I was so young. Anyway I walked in to see like 20 used tampons just in a pile..
Buenos Aires, Thanksgiving 2017. I was on my honeymoon.
My husband had booked us a 5 course meat dinner. The entire meal would be a delicious 5 pounds of beef and unlimited wine. I was concerned about being able to consume said 5 pounds of beef, so at a local cafe, I ordered their laxative british tea
My new husband cautiously advised me against my beverage of choice, reminding me we had at least another 30 minutes to our hotel, and we were, in fact, in a foreign country.
I brushed him off, insisting that the tea wouldn't work immediately. I would be fine. I would gently poop like a lady upon the return to our hotel.
I have never been so wrong in my life
Around five minutes after the consumption of my tea, I felt my stomach cramp in tight, painful knots. I clenched my butt cheeks together in horror as I turned to my husband and said I needed a bathroom immediately. Thankfully, we were outside a mcdonald's, so I rushed in.
This particular mcdonald's had a two stall women's room. One of the stalls had a hand made sign that read OUT OF ORDER, and the other stall was occupied by a woman I was certain wasn't going to the bathroom, but having a very loud conversation in Spanish. I paced back and forth in the tiny rest room, waiting for the woman to get off the phone. Finally, once my only option was to poop my pants, I pushed open the OUT OF ORDER stall, and gave myself sweet relief.
Naturally, upon emptying ny bowels, the woman in the stall next to me left, and a long line suddenly appeared. I decided I needed to wait out the line, as I was a blonde woman, clearly not Argentinian, and didn't want to appear rude for ignoring the sign. Further, the stall I used didn't have TP and I was in desperate need. And also, definitely didn't flush.
When the line seemed to have disappeared, I snuck out of the stall to find a short, Argentinian woman in a mcdonald's uniform waiting for me. She started screaming, CACA, and waving in fury at my stall that reeked of poop.
Horrified, I apologized in English and ran out of the bathroom. She decided to follow me THROUGH THE MCDONALD'S AND INTO THE STREET, screaming CACA. My husband locked eyes with me in horror as the small Argentinian woman chased me out of the McDonald's, and every single person stared at me in disgust as I ran away in shame.
I still needed to wipe, so I made my husband buy water from next door as I cleaned myself up, humiliated.
The dinner was fantastic, though.
Panera, womens' bathroom. I'm 12 at the time.
I'm in a stall when I hear a mom and little boy come in. She's berrating him for putting his feet up on the table they were eating at. I hear her spanking him. My parents never spanked me, I'd never seen it done to anyone, so I was kinda freaked out. That's not the horrifying part though.
"Are you going to do that again?"
Kid sobs. "No."
"Did you learn your lesson?"
"Now say, I love you, Mommy "
Kid sobs a couple times.
"Say. I. Love. You. Mommy!"
"...I love you, Mommy..."
Yeah... I didn't move a muscle until I heard them leave.
Once I entered the ladies' room at Walmart only to find an elderly couple having pretty heated sex with the door open, moaning and everything. They didn't even FLINCH when I opened the door and just kept going at it. Ah, Walmart.
Wash Your Hands Next Time
I stopped at a McDonalds on my way home from work to use the bathroom. I was looking at my phone so didn't pay attention to where I was going. I also noticed everyone else was looking at their phones. I get into the bathroom and go right into the toilet. While I'm using it I notice a waste basket and I thought it was odd. I didn't think of it, I only use the toilet. Then I hear a voice from the stall next to me, and I realize it's a woman's voice. Then it occurs to me why there's a waste basket in the bathroom.
This is not so bad, but I didn't want to run the risk of scaring some woman and getting the police called on me. I was lucky the woman left. I decided I needed to take the chance and come out of the womens' room. So I suck it up and stepped out, fortunately to the sight of everyone looking down at their phones. No one noticed me. I left and caught my bus, nobody came running out of the McDonalds yelling for the police. I started laughing at myself at how I did that without being caught.
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"Don't touch me or my skin!" is a legendary battle cry in my family, courtesy of a frustrated and dramatic then-three-year-old.
She wanted to be picked up and cuddled, but also not touched in any way shape or form.
Honestly - same, fam.
Like... it's impossible but also I totally get it.
Reddit user NoLifeNoSoulNoMatter asked:
"Parents of toddlers, what was today’s meltdown-worthy tragedy?"
Buckle up, friends.
Toddlers are a wild and confusing ride.
"He asked me to open the banana but he didn't get to open it himself"
"This is why I just slightly open it and then give it to them to finish the job. Took me many MANY breakdowns to figure it out."
"This one is the worst. 'I can’t open it. Dad you do it'. I open it. 'Why did you doooo that?! I waaaanted to oooooopen it!!!!'."
"Lmao I feel so seen right now"
"This. Mine says 'No, my turn!!' God forbid you don’t let her do the thing. Which is normally just closing a drawer or something mundane."
"He wants to put a box on my head but it's broken and keeps falling off. So apparently it's ruining his play time."
"How dare you"
"I mean my playtime would definitely be ruined if my mommy's head kept falling off."
Ah Yes The Terrible 22's
"Took the car down to the body shop to get the side panel that he crunched buffed out. The car won't be ready until Wednesday but he wanted to go back downtown to party with his roommates tonight. He's 22."
"Ah the terrible twenty-twos! Hopefully he grows out of it soon!"
"So, you’re telling the rest of us that the whining never stops. Thanks. Haha"
"He's a great kid and we're very lucky. But yeah, the whining never really stops."
There Was A List
"First: his dad left for work. Second: he dumped out the box of goldfish crackers. Third: I picked up the goldfish crackers. Fourth: it wasn’t the right episode of Paw Patrol. Fifth: I won’t let him eat shoes."
"Wow that last one is just plain rude of you."
"Oh, don’t you love it when they want the second part of the show and you have no idea which one it is because they only list the first part?"
Tell Me More To Do List GIF by Disney ChannelGiphy
"My husband kissed me and apparently he is only allowed to show her affection. There was a lot of screaming and forcibly pulling us apart."
"My toddle is like this but the reverse. He fully believes I am his woman."
"(Nods in Sigmund Freud)"
"Yep. From what I remember It takes a while to understand the concept that affection is not a finite thing"
We Get This One
"She wasn't on the couch with her bottle and teddy bear."
"But actually, she was, but things weren't right"
"I mean to be fair how many of us are guilty of this? Or like when I get my food and blankies and become ensconced and then Netflix won’t play what I want or the remote is out of reach?"
"The worst is settling in with blankets and snacks only to realize the remote is out of reach. Ugh! I have to get up now?!"
"Aw bless. She just doesn't know how to explain how she feels."
"So far she's communicating 'eat', 'more', and 'banana'. We're slowly working our way up to the fung shui of the couch haha"
Those Two Are Tough Ones
"The cat was touching his toy. The toy HE threw onto the cat..."
"He also had a meltdown because his leg was attached to him..."
"Ok I need more information on the leg"
"We were driving along, all of a sudden from the back seat he starts crying and what not."
"I can't get it off!"
" 'My leg!' queue him pulling at his leg through fits of tears..."
"I flushed his poop and can’t get it back and now he can’t poop again."
"This one. I still love to embarrass my 15 year old by bringing it up. His dad flushed the toilet after he peed when he was maybe 3 or 4 years old. It was just before bedtime. Oh the heartbroken tears coz 'daddy flushed my wee'. Told him to go again. 'I don't have soooooome', was the wailed answer"
"I love this, but want to add to it- my kid is convinced the toilet can’t handle his poop. I’ve shown him how the toilet works, I’ve explained the entire sewage processing system to him several times, but he’s not going for it."
"I thought the answer would be to show him 'dad’s poop going down', so I asked his dad to 'save' a poop to flush with him watching.Dad sent a text, I sent my kid up, and seconds later I hear traumatic crying. Kid came running downstairs crying about daddy’s 'massive' poop, (my kid loves the word massive, but is good at using it in proper context), and I think we’re a good 3 months before he’ll even try pooping in the potty again."
I Have Rights
"Watched my 3 year old niece. Apparently not letting her eat cat treats is a violation of her civil rights"
"I've sharpened my pitchfork & lit my torch. You are obviously a monster."
"Talked to my pediatrician because my child kept eating the cat's food. (Elderly cat, tall toddler, really couldn't put the food up higher.) He suggested we switch to a moister food so my kid wouldn't choke."
"Let her eat them. They won't harm her."
Let's be honest—they're a lot more relatable than we'd like to admit.
Years ago, I knew a girl who came from a very strict family of Christian evangelicals. We never hung out, but she was forbidden from wearing anything "secular" and always looked very uncomfortable. It was apparent she suffered from anxiety.
She eventually found a few friends but I recall one friend who hung out at her place later told classmates that they had to answer questions about their religious affiliation before they would be allowed to enter the house.
I don't know if there's any truth to that story at this point but that would have been a giant red flag for me, just saying.
People shared their stories with us after Redditor daryandy asked the online community,
"What was the strangest rule you had to respect at a friend's house?"
"Friend wasn't allowed..."
"Friend wasn't allowed in her room unless she was sleeping or changing her clothes. She wasn't allowed to shower for more than 10 minutes. Her brother was also locked out of his room and was forced to take cold showers. All so they wouldn't pleasure themselves."
This is over the top and sounds like a surefire way to make overly sexual kids.
"A good friend of mine..."
"A good friend of mine went through a season where he didn’t have running water at his house so the rule in the house was that no one could come over unless they brought a couple gallons of water with them to pour into the toilet in the event that they had to poop."
Poor kid, growing up with that kind of stuff really sucks, even when it's only temporary. Especially if other kids find out.
"It wasn't really..."
"It wasn't really rule of the house but my friend's parents were huge helicopter parents. Went to a concert with a friend and we had to call (not text) her parents every hour to let them know we were okay."
Oh no, helicopter parents are the worst. That's no way for a kid to live.
"Her mom made us..."
"No "boy talk."
"Her mom made us keep the intercom on when we were in her bedroom and would listen to us talk, if we started talking about Boys, she would chime in and tell us to change the subject. We were 15/16 and not having the privacy to talk about crushes and stuff felt weird."
This is so wrong I don't even know where to begin with it.
"We had to keep our hands..."
"We had to keep our hands above the covers when we went to sleep so they could make sure we weren’t “doing anything”. I was 9. Literally was the last time I spent the night there. Weirdos."
Yeah... I can't say I blame you. Run for the hills. Not people you want to remain around.
"Stayed at a friend's house one night and the family communicated exclusively through whispering... not just hushed voices but full on hand to ear. Serious mind f*ck."
Something about this just gives me a creepy feeling.
"No one was allowed to laugh at the dinner table or talk other than to ask, "Please pass the. . ." No one was allowed to leave the table (even for a potty emergency) until the dad was done eating."
I don't understand this. This seems to defeat the purpose of eating as a family.
"It was impossible..."
"My friend's mom's boyfriend had one of those rooms we weren't allowed in for any reason. Problem was, it was the living room."
"It was impossible to get to the kitchen without going through that living room. Also couldn't reach the door to the backyard. So I never once entered the kitchen in that house, and any trips to the backyard meant walking out the front door and going through the gate on the side of the house."
Another one I just don't understand. Why are people like this? And the living room of all places? The living room?!
"I remember watching a movie at a friend’s house with another person, so there were three of us sharing a bowl of popcorn."
"Before any of us went to eat the popcorn, my friend said it was a rule in their house that each person can only pick up one small single piece of popcorn at a time.. we’d have to finish chewing it and wait to swallow it until picking up the next one individual piece of popcorn."
That's frustrating, would be better just to give everyone a bowl to split it. Especially since I bet the rule was made for potentially dirty hands.
"We had to finish..."
"We had to finish all the milk in the cereal bowl. Like every drop. But we weren't allowed to pick up the bowl or be noisy. Imagine three little kids carefully trying to drink milk from a spoon without slurping or scraping the bowl while one scary AF mom watched us in silence."
Something about this just grosses me out. Probably because I just don't like milk in cereal most of the time.
Your childhood feels pretty normal in comparison, doesn't it? You bet it does. I feel for some of the people here. Their parents are truly something else.
Have some stories of your own? Tell us more in the comments below!
Many people lie or exaggerate about seemingly little things. For example, I've wondered if many are lying or at the very least stretching the truth about the number of partners they've had.
One of those strange things where half of the people are lying and making the number higher, and the other half are lying and making it lower.
It's funny, isn't it? But you do you! What do we know?
People shared some of their thoughts with us after Redditor SleepingOmibozu asked the online community,
"What's something you're 100% sure most people are lying about?"
"How much their side hustle nets them."
When it comes to side hustles, everyone is much more successful than they actually are.
"Steroid abuse in the fitness industry."
This is a big one. So many people who say they're natural are juicing.
"I have read..."
"I have read and understood the terms and conditions..."
Stop attacking me! I did not ask for this!
"That they don't..."
"That they don’t pick their nose."
Yeah, right. The number of people I've seen digging for gold in public is so high.
"Fully understanding the plot of the Metal Gear Solid series."
I stopped trying to. Do I get a cookie? I'd love one.
"How often they clean..."
"How often they clean their bed sheets."
I'm not even going to ask. I think I will be seriously horrified by the answer.
"If you're not busy..."
"About their productivity levels. If you’re not busy, you’re not a good person."
Yeah, whatever. This is as bad as bragging about not taking breaks at work. It's not a good look.
"So many lies."
"Their income. So many lies."
Many people feel very self conscious about their salaries. It's sad.
"Why they're late."
"Why they’re late."
I'm not late often but when I am it's usually because of something ridiculous where if I said the truth it would sound like a lie.
"Hating the word..."
"Hating the word 'moist.'"
I love the word moist and I won't apologise.
You mean there are still people going on about this? It's just a word, people. Calm down.
Life's a competition, apparently. Take what a lot of people tell you with a grain of salt. That's the best advice.
Have some observations of your own? Tell us more in the comments below!
I once met a guy who, by all accounts, appeared to have given up. And by that, I mean that they had pretty much decided that life basically ended in the 1970s and early 1980s. He had no interest in modern technology, was remarkably out of the loop when it came to technology or even current events.
This was all very frustrating to witness, but he was actually proud of himself! Proud to not know much–if anything–about the modern world. (And then he complained about how he kept having trouble finding a job.)
It was quite the flex–an unimpressive one at that.
People shared some of their thoughts with us after Redditor metallicmuffin asked the online community,'
"What unimpressive things are people idiotically proud of?"
"Missing breaks at work for a company that wouldn’t care if they died the next day."
This is a big one. It's not cute. Take your break! There's more to life than work!
"Not eating any vegetables. Known a few people state it as if it's some kind of achievement giving themselves constipation."
Knew somebody like this. They wanted to go out on a date.
We did not go out on a date.
"Going into work while sick. Had a coworker who bragged on social media about having strep throat, but was still working because she 'values hard work.'"
Some people appear to have missed the memo that risking other people's health is not a bragging right.
"I know people..."
"Drinking a lot. I know people, grown @ss people in their late 20s, who will brag about passing out on their lawns because they couldn’t make it from the car to the front door."
To be fair, they're in their 20s and most people are idiots then. They might grow out of it!
"I once had..."
"I once had a coworker brag about how dark his pee is."
Are you seriously telling us that they bragged about their kidneys not working correctly?
"I've heard that..."
"Driving better when drunk. I’ve heard that ridiculous statement more times than I should."
If some people seriously believe that, then they should not be allowed to drive.
"I overheard a co-worker recently brag to a girl that he'd already had COVID three times and during his most recent bout, he went to the gym every day that he had it."
There are so, so many things wrong with that person's statement. Can you imagine? "Sure, I got COVID, but at least I didn't miss leg day!"
"I keep hearing people..."
"Not being able to cook. I keep hearing people bragging about how the only thing they can do is boil water."
If you've made it to adulthood and you don't know how to cook for yourself, there's something gravely wrong with this picture.
"Nothing surprises me..."
"Nothing surprises me more than when people are proud of their ignorance."
Knowledge is no guarantee of wisdom but prideful ignorance is proof of its absence.
"I worked with a guy..."
"I worked with a guy who, otherwise very smart, was extremely proud of the fact that he could remove the foil from the neck of a wine bottle without cutting it. He brought it up so many times I lost count. I just let him have it, though, because he seemed to need it."
Of all the things in this thread this is the most reasonable thing to be proud of.
Let's face it, it seems like a lot of people have made over-compensating a part of their personalities.
Sadly, they don't even seem to be doing that all too well, which means we'll continue to be largely unimpressed.
Have some observations of your own? Feel free to share them with us in the comments below!