Smeared Feces Happens
If you’re going to book a cheap room at the YWCA in Boston, you must understand two things. One, it is a halfway house for troubled, elderly women, and two, there will be smeared feces on your bedroom wall.
If you have a very poor sense of smell, that’s a plus. If you don’t mind showering with strange men, even better.
“They made this bathroom co-ed as of last week and I don’t like it,” a woman whom you don’t know will yell to you in the hallway on the way to your first shower. “I was in there takin a tinkle and I saw feet on the other side and I said to myself, ‘hold on, that’s a man in there!’
When you finally get to the bathroom, you’ll settle in to the middle toilet stall as eight coins tumble out of your pants pocket. A YWCA resident in the stall to your left will begin kicking the coins back over with her sandal. “I can’t reach the nickel yet,” she’ll explain, as you notice a CVS bag and a plastic bucket resting against her ankles.
But don’t worry: A minute later, your final five cents will sail on over.