Another thrilling tale from the basement hallway

[quislibet]

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).

Comments

[cosmicserpent.livejournal.com]

Maybe there's a hair detective that can figure out the case for you. It sounds like you've run into my old friend, the Yeti. Or perhaps my hairball sightings have been passed to you. Oh yes.

[quislibet.livejournal.com]

I could just use the hair to make a voodoo dolly, I suppose, and see who limps/catches on fire/whatever.

[alonewiththemoon]

that's just hideous.

and isn't there a little barbershop practically across the street? honestly.

Re: It was me.

[quislibet.livejournal.com]

Why did you take the time to dye the extensions first? That just doesn't make any sense at all.

[quislibet.livejournal.com]

Well, you know, it's the economy. Possibly some kind of black-market under-the-table haircutting going on. Except that if it had been under the table it wouldn't have been in the sink.

Hmmm.

This one just has me stumped.