One of the men's room's two sinks is horribly clogged by someone's haircut.
It might be okay if it was someone on the run from the mob, trying to disguise himself by shaving off his beard and changing his hairstyle and blending in with the student population, maybe even striking up a romance with someone half his age (and, unlike Jon Cryer in that one movie, he should be safe from near-fatal publicity because the theology student club ended its elections yesterday), or, more prosaically, someone who lives on the sidewalks of Comm. Ave. and so lacks his own bathroom sink with mirror, but still. Unless the mob IS after you, take a moment to clean out the hair.
If it's just some theology student or something who feels the urgent need for a bangs-trim before tea time, well, that's unforgivable (almost like in the EMF song).
It might be okay if it was someone on the run from the mob, trying to disguise himself by shaving off his beard and changing his hairstyle and blending in with the student population, maybe even striking up a romance with someone half his age (and, unlike Jon Cryer in that one movie, he should be safe from near-fatal publicity because the theology student club ended its elections yesterday), or, more prosaically, someone who lives on the sidewalks of Comm. Ave. and so lacks his own bathroom sink with mirror, but still. Unless the mob IS after you, take a moment to clean out the hair.
If it's just some theology student or something who feels the urgent need for a bangs-trim before tea time, well, that's unforgivable (almost like in the EMF song).