Sugar

In the School of Theology lounge down the hall (some of you will know it as "that vampire conclave place" -- I'm just helping set the scene; mentally delete the the vampires) I just heard a TA and a student not-quite-arguing in a passive/aggressive way about an essay of the student's, neither of them quite willing to come out and say they thought the other was wrong.

I wonder why the coffee set-up in said lounge never has any sugar. Plenty of Sweet-n-Low and Equal, but no sugar. Surely theology students are allowed sugar.

I just wanted a little sugar; is that too much to ask?

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Because of the proximity of Easter, I suppose, with its bunnies, 'Little Rabbit Fufu' (*) has been stuck in my head off and on. Which makes me think how, alas, I won't be doing my Changeling game this summer because I have enough going on as it is, and so will have to put off for another occasion finding an excuse to insert this dialogue somewhere, prompted by the existence of one of Mighty DiPesa's NPCs we have so far not really used:

( Pointless setup for a lame punchline )

Another thrilling tale from the basement hallway

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).