I once walked into a the women's (I'm a male. Shut up, I'm not perverted, its part of the job, and important in the story later) theatre bathroom and someone had written in shit a bunch of profane and racial words. Other people had scratched into worse stuff. SO I sighed, ready to get to work to clean it up or just paint over the scratches till the paint fills in the marks, when I got pulled away.
so I closed off the bathroom, figured I'd get back to it, cause there was only one theatre that needed to let out. In it there was only one person, and it was a pregnant teen girl who I talked with while I cleaned (I was alone that day, scheduling complications. You're not supposed to be cause you might get shot, and they like to have two people there, that way at least someone can call an ambulance while you bleed out, or go on cleaning) so I didnt feel alone. She helped me out a bit, told me this was the only thing she could do with her disposable income for the month and meet a balanced budget, then left and wished me a good night.
So I go back to the bathroom, go to the stall, dreading to look at it, and when I opened the door, all I see are pink sticky notes over the scratches and shit smears with encouraging things like "I appreciate you cleaning this for me

" or "you do a great service, thank you

" or "Dont worry, you're better then these people

".
Really made the work easier, and while cleaning, I realized it was the Preg girl, and that she even went so far as to clean off some of the shit. I made sure everytime she came back, she got in for free, snacks where at discount price, and she always got the best and cleanest seat. And that her movie was never interrupted by the people that like to interrupt movies for other people.
.... I dont now, seemed awesome and nice to me. When all I susually see is scratched in swearing or graphic images.