Worst I ever saw was a porta-potty on China Beach in San Francisco.

My wife was the one that couldn’t wait any longer. I went in there and spent 10 of the most vile minutes of my life arranging to make it usable. I won’t try to describe it other than to say it was overflowing with solids and looked as though it had been on its side at some point.

To this day my wife uses that as the benchmark of what a good husband does for their wife. If she has a girl friend that thinks their boyfriend or husband loves them she’ll say “Yes, but would he do this…” and tells that story