i used to as part of my weekend job working in an old hospital have to walk the breadth of it and at some point decided that i would try to use every single bathroom in the place. Over the course of months i found many cool nooks and quiet bathrooms but i never finished the mission because i found the PERFECT bathroom.

in the middle of an access hallway, up some narrow stairs, was a dead-end office. The only entrance was this one stairwell. Sun-facing windows looked out over the roof of the building and west, shining in on a bank of training computers. smell of warm dust and absolute quiet.

someone knew of it, cuz there was always toilet paper, but in my many trips to that special place i never saw a soul. Something about that place i can't describe to you, the vibe, the feel. it was perfect. I abandoned my efforts to find better and instead would walk past other open bathrooms just to use that one again.

I still think about that room sometimes. Never been paid to poo in a better one.