In the restroom of the Roosevelt Avenue subway station, there was a chubby guy who wanted to use one of the toilets. Despite the lack of privacy due to the absence of a door on the stall, he carefully lined the toilet seat with Kleenex tissues. Turning to the bystanders, he tells them before sitting down, "Guys, I came here to take a shit, y'all mind." The chubby guy lowered his pants and he boldly sat on the toilet; at the same time, I exited the restroom after I was done urinating. The men's restroom at the Queens/Jackson Heights subway station, situated in the Roosevelt Avenue/74th Street transit hub—which serves the E, F, R, M (downstairs), and the elevated 7 trains—featured a toilet stall where a chubby guy was seated near the wall. Adjacent to the urinals, there was another toilet without any partitions, offering no privacy.
I remember the restroom in the 1990s was terrible. Anyone who used those toilets had to be brave, desperate, or suffering from diarrhea. The smell, the dirt, and the filth were unbearable. The restroom has been renovated since then, but I don't know how it looks now.
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Exposed Toilets of NYC: Bold Sitters
Não FicçãoIn this book, I will recount my encounters with some of New York City's most unusual public restrooms. I will detail how certain men's restrooms lacked privacy around the toilets and how some individuals boldly conducted their business in full view...
