I worked at a gas station when I was 18, getting just a tad over minimum wage. One night, I walked into the bathroom.
There was literal crap everywhere. The walls, the floor, even the bloody ceiling.
And to top it all off, the toilet itself was destroyed. Not broken..destroyed like with a sledgehammer. Porcelain was everywhere. Water was everywhere. Crap was everywhere. And the smell..oh God the smell.
I'm not proud of this..but I walked out. Put an "out of order" sign on the door and just walked away.
So these days..if I get called in to sit standby for a couple of hours..I'm not bothered. At least I'm not ice skating in literal crap.