Before today, I owned exactly one nice shirt to wear to job interviews and stuff, and with one such interview coming up, I decided it was time to go buy a new shirt.
I went to Target, found a shirt I liked, and headed on over to the changing rooms to try it out before I made my purchase. All three stalls were occupied, so I waited until finally someone came out. He walked away and so I stepped inside the stall he’d just been in. And there was a pile of poo in the corner of the stall.
I did not try on the shirt in that changing room. I decided the shirt would probably fit okay and bolted the heck out of there.