A bearded man walked out as I entered the men's room. He looked displeased to see me. Inside it smelled like someone had choked on their vomit and died; was re-animated as a zombie and eaten it's own arms off and vomited again. Normally, I'd have looked for another toilet, but needs must when the devil drives.
The toilet seat was down.
I wrapped a lot of toilet paper around my hand as a makeshift glove and lifted the seat.
The horror. The horror...

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