My wife used to be a shift leader for cleaning at a large garden centre (which is looking more like a shopping centre nowadays). The highlight of her day would be when these day trips of pensioners rolled up in coaches (really) and obviously, for most of the old dears, a visit to the lav would be the first port of call.
Now unfortunately, due to various age related issues, going to the toilet for many of these people was a troublesome task filled with complicated issues like sitting down before going for a poo, actually entering the cubicle before opening their bowels and wiping their bottoms with something other than their hands.
After every group had visited the toilet, the cleaners (who would wait outside) all had to don industrial protection and do a deep clean of the toilets, pick up poo from the floor, bleach the poo covered handles, pick up the discarded knickers, that sort of thing before going to wait outside for the next group.
People who visit garden centres. That’s you that is. 😉