The Restroom Isle

This is a piece of chipped paint on the wall above the urinal at work. A mere splotch you say, a random and indistinct marring of the wall.

Au contraire.

Every time I step up to do my business I see something different. I see a small, tropical isle, viewed as if you were approaching it by sea. Its geography is mountainous and there, in the top right of the screen you can make out soaring palm trees gracing the apex of the island.

If you think *that's* weird, wait until you hear about the people who live there . . .