The Toilets

I had to work in a McDaca type grocery. Well, let it be McDougall. Periodically there are influx of visitors (after work or at lunch break), so here... Somewhere in the middle of the influx female (!!!) The toilet is so polluted that an abandoned resort country sort can sadly chew in the side. In the male, by the way, at the same time you can swim in the urine. How it is possible to get past the wide and high Piszuar in a narrow way – I don’t understand. And I have a suspicion that women’s toilets are polluted (literally) by those who scream, “You are pigs if you don’t clean up a hundred times a week!”