titusnowl | Temporal Dissonance

I've been feeling that temporal dissonance again today. I wrote this longhand at work because the "memory" hit me at about 8:35 while I was listening to the Brian Jonestown Massacre:

A cafeteria - in a basement? No windows; brick walls, I think; brown speckled linoleum in that dusty cocoa-powder colour; thick plastic trays, orange, think they're melamine; paper soda cups with slightly-wobbly vertical stripes printed on them, but I can't tell whether the stripes are green or orange or tan or multicoloured; hanging light fixtures with rectangular frosted-glass shades; it's not crowded, but it's not empty - just after closing time, perhaps? Patrons still there, employees preparing to leave. It's in a transitory place like an airport or a bus stop or a train station, I think. I feel like it's in Boston or something, but what the hell was I doing in Boston? This is before the truck thing, though. Were colour schemes like that in fashion by 1973 or '74?