Toilets

I went to the bathroom today and I SWEAR it took me 3 minutes to choose a stall. I tend to either go in the first or fourth...mainly because the first stall is the least frequented and the most clean(I read it somewhere once), and the fourth one is...I don't know. I just go to it the most.
ANYway, the first one smelled like poo. The second one had pee spots on the seat, the third one had a skid mark, and the fourth one had that sewery smell PLUS a large wad of toilet paper inside. I never go into the fifth (and largest) stall because I feel that since I'm not handicapped, I don't need all that extra space.
I went back to the first and noticed a twitch in my nose. Smell=gross. The second one was out. No, thanks, I'd rather not sit on someone else's piss.
Then, this line popped in my head.
"Bird's got a job, seed's got a job, shit's got a job."
Do you know this quote? It's from the outdoorsy lamb-lady in Cold Mountain who takes care of Jude Law's war wound and feeds him this goopy gun powder stuff to ease the pain and make him sleep. She's a cool Civil War hippie. I like her.
I stood between the third and fourth stalls thinking about this quote, thinking about the cyclical nature of...nature. I thought so hard about it that I cannot remember which stall I peed in.
To be honest, I'm not sure I've reached a conclusion. I'm not sure what I think about it. Bird's got a job, seed's got a job, shit's got a job.
I think I'm applying this to my spiritual life, and it sounds really strange to relate bodily waste to serving Christ or improving a lifestyle, but I really think there's something. We all have a job, we all have a talent, we all have a purpose to benefit life and to change the world.
I guess I just don't want to be the shit.
Maybe I can convert this to fertilizer. I'll think on it some more.