I close the library up with alarming frequency. Part of the routine involves checking the bathrooms for hobos. We have a homeless person who would very much like to sleep in the building if he could.

In the ladies room there was a stall that caught my attention.

Because the toilet seat therein was covered in urine.

Now, I know a thing or two about women, and their genitals, and I’m pretty sure that should never, ever happen.