The other night I ran into my one friend who was studying on the first floor of the library, just as I was leaving. She asked me if I had a kleenex since she needed one, and I didn't, so she walked me out to go to the restroom and get some toilet tissue.
"What I don't understand," she was like, "is that we're all educated people here, and yet the first floor women's restroom always looks like a club bathroom at 4am."
"Yeah," I was like, "Only without the black person spraying you with perfume while you wash your hands."
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