Note from Dixie

Dixie, by the way, is a man:

"Ever since the real estate people moved into the office next door, the
shared bathroom in the hall has been a disgrace.  There is never any toilet
paper, towels or soap, and someone has taken to plugging up the cracks in
the stall door with Post-it Notes.  Boris claims that last week he saw an
open phone book on the floor of the stall, its pages apparently ripped out
and used for TP."