Newark Airport. A turd, in a portable toilet, on a gutwagon, floating on a tunaboat, in a cesspool. Smells just as nice as well. I have the unfortunate curse of sitting in that dump a couple hours every moth or two.
About 40 years ago, there was an episode of “The Rockford Files” where Jim Rockford had to fly into Newark airport. The caption said “Newark Airport, and in a scene with no dialog, Rockford got mugged in the airport men’s room. That was it. On to the next scene.