Some guy's cabin, which he was converting to a year round dwelling. Everything was rotten, and I made the misstake of needing to go number two there once. I simply couldn't use his WC, it was that putrid.
Doesn't compare to what a fellow
tiler told me about two occasions when he layed some floors in a mental institution though. Some lunatic snuck up on him while he was drilling in concrete with a hammer drill, and
chewed off the power cord... And some little old lady walked by him as he worked, ****ing as she went... Etc etc...