This is it. I've had enough, and I will not tolerate it anymore. Somebody MUST fix the men's restroom across from the entrance to the library. I don't know what the problem is, but it constantly reeks of burnt popcorn with extra butter loaded on top. Imagine stuffing your face into the popcorn stand at the movie theater, only nine times worse. It doesn't help that the heat is blasting to keep the bathroom at a constant 85°F, in sharp contrast to the arctic climate maintained in the library itself. Alas.
On a different note, who drew the diagram of the brachial plexus in the bathroom stall??
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