It's been hanging on the bathroom wall at work for about a month now. A short, curly hair, brown in color and suspended by some magical static force about seven feet above the floor.
I don't know how it got there. After many days of staring at the hair while using the urinal furthest from the door (as is proper etiquette), my best theory is that battling wind currents from the air-conditioning system, the hand dryer and perhaps a swinging stall door pushed it against the wall where it caught a blemish in the tile grouting and stuck.
It's been a month now, and the hair remains. I stare at it every day with a mixture of wonder and fear. I hold my breath and am terrified of any sudden movements that may dislodge the hair.
One strong gust from a sneeze could send it hurtling through space, landing God knows where...
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