Word: tiling
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...Walking through the trapezoidal yellow doorway, I found myself charmed by the d?cor and clean, well-squeegeed feel of the place. Luxuriant red tile framed the self-serve soda-machine area, sliced through by a row of white squares with the swaying-palm logo that serves as a visual counterpoint to the chain's trademark yellow zigzag. Above the order counter, in yellow neon script, were the words "Quality you can taste." Framed posters dotted the walls; off to the right, a series of renderings of In-N-Out outlets from bygone eras in the colorful-blur style of that...
...Walking through the trapezoidal yellow doorway, I found myself charmed by the d?cor and clean, well-squeegeed feel of the place. Luxuriant red tile framed the self-serve soda-machine area, sliced through by a row of white squares with the swaying-palm logo that serves as a visual counterpoint to the chain's trademark yellow zigzag. Above the order counter, in yellow neon script, were the words "Quality you can taste." Framed posters dotted the walls; off to the right, a series of renderings of In-N-Out outlets from bygone eras in the colorful-blur style of that...
...called Dr. Donna Benton, a gerontologist at the University of Southern California (no, Mom, I did not say anything about your slippery new bathroom tile, which, if it did come up, was mentioned only in the context of nonskid tub strips), and described how I had broached the subject...
...Indeed, there have been some scary times. Spyder once attempted a climb (on a building he'd rather not give the name of) and slipped when the tile came loose. He hung perilously some 20-25 feet above ground, holding on with just one hand before gathering himself and struggling back to safety. So far, Spyder hasn't hurt himself...
...pride and joy, however, is my virtual Anita. From the moment I selected her sporty outfit and made her just a tad neater and friendlier than the real me, I knew we were soul mates. I spent hours fretting over the floor plan for her house, picking the blue tile for the bathroom and ecru wallpaper for the kitchen. After a high-paid but short-lived stint as a lobbyist--a job I found in the simulated morning paper one day--I could even afford to spoil myself with a swimming pool in the backyard, an oil painting...