My wife had very long hair up until recently and loose ones often ended up afixed to the walls of the shower. (I guess she'd fling her head about a bit as she rinsed)

One day I walked into the stall and there, on the tile, was the silhouette of Benjamin Franklin. It was immediately recognizable and remained there for a few days before it lost a few contact points and turned into the typical non-descript blob of hair.

I've since kicked myself for not taking a picture of it although I worried that lines might form outside our front door if I released the news to the public. You never know what Franklin fundamentalists are capable of.

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