Well, decades ago I had to take the SAT test on the weekend at my high school. I started, and began to feel worse and more nauseous as the test progressed. Suddenly I bolted, running to the bathroom knowing I was about to puke. I slam the door open to the men's restroom, and it's pitch black. No lights, no windows. The morons who ran the school forgot to turn on the lights, as only they could because they locked by a key. So I can't see anything, I try to find a bucket, sink-whatever. No dice. I fall on an my hands and knees and projectile vomit, hearing it splatter across the floor. This happens for a total of four more times before an official bathroom break. The tell everyone to be sure and use the bathroom while they can, and all I could think of is the poor people that had to stumble into the puke lagoon in the dark.