The Floor

I was at the Coffee Table in Eagle Rock last week, a cute little lunch place (with some really nice but slow staff)- and discovered something that I didn't even discovered a strange dichotomy. 

Check this amazing shit out: 

I mean, what?! That's fucking pretty. It looks like straight-up turquoise under your feet. That's how you do it up V.I.P. style, yo! 

Too bad the rest of this bathroom (and establishment, sorry, CT), is not at all V.I.P..... 

Pretty dingy, huh? 

And yeah, that's an out-of-order stall held shut by some ghetto ass tape and a "Please Do Not Use" sign. Ugh. 

I think consistency is key. I actually have more respect for a place that just doesn't give a shit about their bathroom, and let's it go to hell- than a place that has a fancy ass floor, and nothing to show for it above ground. Fair? 

C.