My very first job was as a dishwasher in a family restaurant. Bathroom duty fell on my lowly position. Men's washrooms? Sometimes you'd get a bit of soap on the mirror. ...but HOLY FUCK... For my 15 year-old virgin eyes, it was an awakening. Notwithstanding having to bring the little metal boxes out back to be SCRUBBED because not a single female in history has figured out how to hit the paper bag therein, I once found a used tampon... under... the... sink. Now, I figured some lady Heimliched herself and the damn thing popped out, bounced a couple times and wound up in its final resting place, but the theory remains tenuous at best. In brief: guys, don't EVER feel guilted for stanking the toilet room up. Your partners are infinitely worse when they're not the ones bending down and picking up their cotton clot-catchers.