Potty Time

i work in a zoo.
at some point, every day, i am forced to use the men's room here at work. now, in case you don't know, i work for one of the most prestigious brokerage firms on the NYSE (new york stock exchange). i'm not going to mention which, just in case of, well..y'never know. here's the kicker, despite the fact that 95% of the men who work here are college educated and well dressed and maintained, that men's room is an absolute sewer. at least one of the stalls is usually flooded, there is toilet paper strewn about the floors, the toilet seats are oft splattered with various fluids and/or solids; there are never any paper towels to dry your hands.
as if the conditions werent' bad enough, there's the people. i've lost count of the times that i've walked in and saw someone with their pants around their ankles at the urinal, or overheard someone talking (hopefully) to themselves either in a stall or at the urinal (no, they aren't on cell phones). all in all using the men's room is, by far and above, the most bizarre experiences of my day.