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Does this sound like the ravings of a lunatic? I get an image of the Dean, crouching on the floors of the school, sleeves rolled up, late, late into the night, rag in hand, scouring the floor, muttering "Dirty. Dirty black marks. So dirty. Dirty..."
I was disappointed to find that my shoes did not leave black marks, because I would like to drive the Dean insane, if at all possible. I'd spend extra time in the hallways, just scuffing the shit out of the floors, in hope of increasingly frantic follow-up e-mails from the demented old guy, wherein he would suggest that we ban all footwear in the school, or simply avoid the floors altogether, moving through the University, spider-like, clinging to the walls.
Also, in this, the politically correct, um, Oh-Oh's, or whatever we're supposed to call this decade, don't you think "Black Marks" is not the most sensitive term? How about "Marks of Color"?
One more thing I'd like to point out: two of the people I forwarded this memo to brought to my attention the combination of overly reflective floors and anyone wearing a skirt. Hm. Maybe the Dean is not an anal-retentive micromanaging Nazi. Maybe he's just a dirty old man.
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