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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