If you want to know more, I can show you the door.

 A flaming red-pink.

 It was hinged to an opening that led to a girls washroom sink. 

How many germs on the surface… I hate to think. 

Too many slimy wet hands did not bother to wash at the sink.

Its cracked crinkled surface turned into much more.

Its history is what I seem to adore.