I only know a couple dozen Californians, but they seem to be a fairly relaxed lot (well, maybe not my boss). However, based on the photo I took recently at the park near to where my daughter and the Catsitter live, I think maybe they’ve taken the free-love, flowers in your hair thing just a little too far. These three toilets are to public restrooms what the overflow parking lot is to J.C. Penney: you’ll go there in a pinch, but not willingly.
But I suppose the good news is you can still work on your tan while you’re driving the Browns to the Superbowl. Just make sure you bring your own paper.