There was a time in my life when I and my inebriated friends were stumbling back to somebody's house after the pub had closed. As we rolled down the high street we noticed a tile shop. My drunken friends and I were sickened by this terrible misuse of commercial space. There could have been another pub there! We poured scorn upon this tile shop and railed against all it's customers with their sad, tile buying lives.
Time marches on. Now years later, The Man of the Place and I are on the down-hill slope of our extension project. We have to now buy tiles. I haven't been into a pub in ages (possibly years) and spend more time than is necessary searching out tile shops.