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“I’m just taking a break. Blood sugar is low,” their dad says. He sits on the steps at the library and eats a bag of peanut M&Ms and drinks two cans of Coke.

“Do you want me to do the last two bathrooms?” he asks.

“They’re all done but they still need floors mopped,” their dad says.

“No problem. Let me do it,” he says and he goes to their dad’s cart for the mop bucket and he wrings the mop out once and then mops the women’s bathroom.

He discovers two long stringy black hairs on the floor after mopping and mutters, “Shit,” and then turns to see the other guy in the hallway. He says to the other guy, “Hey, I think we have a hair problem again.”

“Oh?”

“Just realized a few of these hairs while mopping the floor,” he says and he points to them.

“You know, you maybe can just wring the mop out more, make sure it’s plenty dry, and try that,” their dad says.

He wrings the mop out four times and then mops the floor again.

“Damn. That worked,” he says.

“Yeah, I try to keep the mop head as dry as possible so hairs I picked up in other bathrooms don’t get stuck in the mop.”

He nods and he dry mops both bathrooms thoroughly and checks them for hairs and doesn’t find any.

“I’m gonna check the other bathrooms,” he says.

“Floors should be dry in all of them by now,” their dad says.

He checks the floors in the other bathrooms and there aren’t any hairs.