The first person I talked to when I came to the front desk of the library this afternoon was a very large man who told me "Your bathroom is in serious need of help." Then he added "Your bathroom upstairs is also in serious need of help."
I told him I would pursue the matter.
I wasn't excited about it, but the fact that he said both bathrooms were in need of serious help suggested a higher possibility that neither were in serious need of help. This is like if someone tells me one of our DVD's won't play, I'm pretty sure that the DVD has problems, but if they tell me that none of our DVD's will play, it's usually the person telling me about them that has the problem.
Not that I'm not sympathetic.
And either way, I had a bathroom to check out.
On the way to the bathroom, in the Friends' Bookstore, I found a whole bunch of footprints in brownish red. I started to get very nervous. But then the footprints did not continue to the bathroom and I was relieved.
I looked in the bathroom, holding my breath.
I didn't minutely examine the bathroom. I merely gave it a look. Everything appeared basically white, well, whitish, and the debris level was... average. So I think it maybe wasn't in serious need of help.
But I scrubbed it all down with a tile brush and bleach just to be sure.
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