Jean Paul Marat Could Have Used One Of These

These nice people refurbish old bathtubs and turn them into couches. Which actually makes a world of sense. If you can lounge about in a tub for an hour or six with a bottle of cruddy Uruguayan merlot and a precariously balanced toaster spitting out pop tarts  while you lament the turns your life took after you hit thirty and got laid off from that gig at the supermarket that didn't pay well but you really liked going into work, there was something calming about the flow of products on & off the shelves and the regulars always coming in for their muesli or papayas or knockwurst or Huggies or roach motels smiling transparently and making the same eight lines of conversation every week, and the music and the harshly dim lighting making the cucumbers look good and the industrial wet/dry rugs look clean no matter how much slush gets plowed into them, until they caught you hacking chunks of provolone and chorizo off to feed the birds with, and then they fired you one day with no notice or anything, fuck those guys, no seriously, and so you find solace in your bathtub, pulling the drain every once in a while and running more hot water, staying there until hunger and the need to pee or worse finally compels you out.

Now, you can achieve that very same effect, and without the dangers of electrocution or the need to prop your TV up on the terlet, and all for less than three grand, which let's face it is a steal, even for an unemployed produce stacker. Ah,. designers. Is there anything they won't create to make our lives easier?