I’m still scarred to this day from indian toilets. The worst one for me was late at night at an intersection where the military stopped. There were no lights. I can still recall the smell. The soft squelching sound as I stumbled through in sandals. The panic of trying to find the cubicles and realizing nobody could in the dark so they just shat wherever.

The missus thinks I’m weird about toilets…but I’ve seen things…

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