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Way back when, these tiles might have been in factory standard condition. But now they were far from it. The crisp pristine white had been corroded into the ugly piss stain yellow of a rotting tooth, and the surface was now riddled with cracks and crevices. There was evidence of more than a few drunken attempts at urinating, heated fights in the stalls and God knew whatever else happened in gas station bathrooms just of the highway. This was a place with stories, I --for once-- didn't want to learn about.