A gas station restroom so revolting that only the junkies of Trainspotting could fully appreciate…read more
I'm not kidding. This gas station has the worst bathroom I have ever laid eyes upon. I was so freaked out that I forgot to grab a picture of it. I wish I hadn't, but somehow, I think even photos couldn't adequately do this place justice. I was so rattled that I think I forgot to "check-in" as well.
We stopped for gas before hopping back on the expressway and I decided to use the facilities before heading home since I knew that traffic congestion would probably translate to a long drive. In hindsight, I wish that I'd bypassed this place altogether.
True, gas station restrooms are notorious for usually being less than ideal, but this one takes the cake. I went inside the min-mart, asked the guy behind the counter where the restroom was and he gestured to the left with his finger. He barely acknowledged my presence and continued on with his ever-important phone call. Geez, what if I had wanted to buy a Snickers or bottled water? I doubt he would have bothered getting off the phone. The inside of the mini-mart was kind of dirty and the only guy working there was rude and abrupt. I should have just let my husband put gas in the car and be done with it, but I didn't.
Anyway, I walked around the corner and found the most disgusting gas station restroom of all time. No joke. It was an embarrassment to gas station restrooms everywhere. The door didn't fully shut or lock, it reeked, there was no toilet paper, no soap, and no paper towel or hand dryer in sight. The mirror was so stained, I could barely see my reflection. Hanging above was a barely flickering single light bulb that cast an eerie, unsettling semi-glow around the room. I felt like I was trapped in one of those cheesy horror flicks. It was rather dark in there, but I could still tell precisely how dirty it was (not to mention, I could smell it). The light streaming in from the crack under the door provided almost as much light as the flickering light bulb that had no doubt seen better days.
There was no hook to hang my Coach handbag, no surface untouched by grime or decay. The floor was sticky and wet, the sink stained with God only knows what, and bugs were crawling around everywhere. I'm pretty certain they were cockroaches, even though I had never seen one up close and personal until that moment. The faucets dripped water, but barely anything more.
Horrified, I looked around and noticed the toilet had obviously overflowed a couple of times onto the flooring (but it hadn't been cleaned), the toilet was as filthy as anything seen on an episode of Hoarders and it was clogged nearly all the way up to the top. Did I mention there was no plunger in sight, either? It didn't really matter, it wasn't like I was actually going to plunge it! The place smelled of vomit, feces, urine, and cigarettes. What a lovely combo. I spied remnants of fecal matter, vomit and blood on the wall. It was surreal, especially with the weird flickering light hanging overhead.
It was revolting. The place was vile. Near the corner, semi-covered in a wad of paper, was what appeared to be a syringe. Hello! The public toilets featured in the film, Trainspotting, sprang to mind. Somehow, I doubt a diabetic was using the facilities to maintain their insulin.
I ran out of there screaming, unwilling to remain for another second. After my husband put gas in the car, we wound up stopping at a fast food place down the road to use the restroom. Truthfully, after that shock, I probably could have held it for hours.
PS The gas pump took way too long to turn on. I hate that. They might want to do something about that. I avoid gas stations that I know have pumps that don't kick in immediately after paying.
Never again...