Shaving Cream

I used to know this guy in my dorm at college. He was a taller fellow with a lanky body. He was a really nice guy and would always greet me in the hallway with a friendly smile. But ever so often I discovered he would go into the bathroom, late at night, alone, with a bottle of shaving cream. Urinals, faucets, blow dryers, toilet seats, nothing was spared. Shaving cream in the most absurd corners of the bathroom.