Update: a photo has been found; unknown whether it's real or a photoshop special:
designer glow-in-the-dark zebra fish
DNA Lounge: Wherein vandalism is whined about.
Oh, here's something that's been bugging me for a while that I keep forgetting to bitch about here. Quite some time ago, some buttmuncher scratched their name into the mirror in one of the upstairs bathrooms. They scratched it deeply enough that it can't be buffed out. These are single person bathrooms, leaving people lots of time for "creative" redecorating like this. For example, as I've mentioned before, people keep stealing the soap dispenser pumps from the sinks. Not the whole dispenser, mind you, just the top part. Why? Why?
Anyway, the only way to fix this is to replace the mirror, which would cost about $100. And we have such better things to spend that much money on than graffiti removal. So every time I go in there and see this jackass's sputum on the mirror, I think, "you assholes can't have nice things: we're just going to leave this bathroom locked all the time, so that it won't get destroyed. You've spoiled it for everybody, and I hope you're happy!"
But then I realize that if I did that, I would have paid for the construction of a pristine bathroom that never got used.
Which would be pretty damned silly.
I'm tempted to just rip the mirror off the wall, since I think I'd rather see the glue-pocked tile underneath than give this overgrown adolescent the satisfaction of knowing that people are still seeing his/her contribution to "street art" or whatever the fuck they call it when vandals carve their names into other peoples' property.