In the 80s, my mother brought a deodorant for the toilet from Poland - from those that hang directly onto the toilet, on the inner edge. In the USSR then there was almost no such, so what-no, but luxury.
Then one of her acquaintances came to her. He went to wash his hands, comes back such a faint and says:
“Rita, there’s a bit of shit hanging there! I stumbled on her, for the case.

(c) by langri_ksk