Summary: From nearly day one of the Tales from the "Liberry" blog, one of my major topics of frustration was the seemingly neverending series of horrors visited upon me via our public restroom. From patrons who refused to use our handy air-freshener, to the toilet death throes after another patron flushed something unflushable, to puddles of standing urine, to the occasional poo festivals of our mentally handicapped patrons, I have seen things I cannot unsee. Or unsmell. Add to that our continuing theme of semi-bathroom-related crime and you have a metric shit ton of "liberry" hassles.
