One time I was driving across the middle of Ireland right at the divide so you could see, like, 15 miles in every direction and there was nothing but green earth and blue sky for 15 miles in every direction and I really needed to take a shit. About two miles away I spotted this brown dot by the side of the road that eventually resolved into a brown can- 10 feet high, maybe 5 feet in diameter. I pulled over and sure enough, the can was a public toilet. There were directions on the side that explained that this was a self cleaning toilet. You had to put in 20 cents which I had, fortunately and the door uncompressed like some kind of submarine portal. The stink that come out of this toilet was amazing- just horrifying years of puke and shit and dead animals and ammonia that this can had been churning and mixing and spreading in a thin layer over every internal surface for years.
For a moment, I considered pooping outside next to the can- as kind of a best effort gesture but in the distance I could see another car approaching and I really hated the notion of being the ugly American who can't even shit to an Irishman's satisfaction so I decided to tough it out. I entered, every surface was corn syrup sticky every breath stank of death. I tried not to let the seat touch my bare ass but it did a little. The water faucet didn't work. There were no paper towels. When I emerged, the door automatically closed behind me and began it's cleaning cycle, like a washing machine on spin as I wretched a little on my hands and knees in the green, green grass and then continued on my way.
For some reason, when Wylted asked me to join this game I thought of that brown can in the green/blue distance but I didn't make the connection.
And now this morning, its like the door has opened for me and I am remembering that smell all over again.