2002-06-24 10:55 a.m.

What a stroke of luck! When I was in the restroom today, I heard a man clipping his nails in the stall next to me. This must be the person whose nails I found recently! I waited around for him to come out of the stall�I paced the tile floors, fiddled with paper towels, looked in the mirror, pretended to wash my hands�but he did not emerge from the handicapped stall. I am planning to go back and pick up his nail clippings any minute now.

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Eureka! I went back and, although I may never know who the nail dropping bandit is, I have another complete set of his nails to add to my collection.


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