mine was when i had to use the bathroom really badly in the middle of nowhere.
it was dimly lit, small and dirty.
there were no toilet seat covers to put on the seat so i had to make one out of paper towels.
also, there was no latch on the door to keep it closed, and there was dried brown-looking stuff on it. so i had to balance my leg holding it closed with a piece of paper towel so no one would walk in seeing me on the sh88er.
the water was murky, and when i dropped the load, and it splashed.
This didn't raise any alarms? That's when you know you really need the toilet, when you're in some Obi Wan Brown situation.
Anyway, this reminds me of a toilet moment.
I was like 14, and they had just finished building the new public toilets in Lewisham Centre (London people will be familiar), and I had to go twosies, and the toilets were new, so I thought why not.
It was after dark, on a school night I think, and a friend of mine was waiting outside. He must've thought I only had to go for a piss, because he came in after a few minutes, and started heckling me from the sink. So I'm finishing up, and I hear this sort of rhythmic clicking.
It's like a fleshy sound, if there's such a thing. Like a person could make it using their own body. Then I concentrate, and I notice it's coming from the cubicle next to me, and there's someone in there. I look down, at the floor in the next cubicle, and I see an explicit magazine.
Then I go home to mourn my already somewhat tarnished innocence. I mean, a magazine? In a public toilet?
It was like a sitcom situation.