Scene in a stall at the Men's Rooms on the 2nd floor of the library building:

Due to the continued occupation of the other two stalls, you venture into the middle stall which you religiously avoid due to personal reasons. You discover that your avoidance has been for all the right reasons. You spy a bar of soap lying on the visibly flooded stall floor. Hoping that this was just a coincidental occurrence and is an aberration of sorts, you proceed to lower yourself onto the seat keeping your fingers crossed, hoping for the best. AS soon as you’re settled in, you scan left to see the roll of toilet-paper lying ON TOP OF the toilet-paper-holder. Hoping that the soap-bar-wet-floor-toilet-paper combo is just a coincidence, you proceed to hurriedly complete the task at hand and extend your hand towards the shower in order to finish and extricate yourself from this messy situation. Your hand unfortunately comes into contact with a dripping plastic handle that is the final indication of someone’s orgasmic bliss.

No amount of soap is enough for your hands to ever be clean enough now!