Public toilets.

Public toilets.

You're standing there, waiting in line to use the toilets hundreds of other women have used before.
Old, young, menstruating, food poisoned, constipated, the list goes on.

The only thing separating you from the ladies with the knickers down to their ankles is a mere wooden door with a little lock on it confirming that that cubicle is occupied.

Still, you're waiting in line, trying not to touch anything and breathing through your mouth.
The hand dryer is constantly on to muffle the shhhhhhhs and plop!s coming from the cubicles, and although that does help, it can never be loud enough to cover up the unmistakable ripping of pad from plastic.

They're reading the little facts on the back of the sheet even though they've read those same ones a thousand times before. Then, they wave their hand over the sensor that will open the sanitary bins to dispose of your used female sanitary item, agian trying not to touch anything in the cramped area that is the toilet cubicle.

You hear a flush, thank the Lord that you can relieve yourself finally and rush to the cubicle.

You hang your purse, bag, jacket, or whatever on the hook on the door, wipe and set some toilet paper onto the seat, take of your knickers and sit down...

Only to find that the toilet seat is disgustingly warm.

I don't know about men, but female public toilets are pretty horrible. The ones in the Sydney Harbour bridge are nice, though.

Oh, happy Valentine's Day, everyone (hopefully someone out there).

EDIT: Lol, I clicked 'publish post' and a there was a google add saying: "Hygiene Services Washroom Sanitary Bin Disposal Slimline To Suit Your Toilet." How amusing.