Tongues were wagging at 7th and Montana this morning as an Anonymous Grease Monkey made the scene, oozing an Unknown White Substance which clung to his hair and slowly dribbled down the back of his neck. "Get a load of that," said Kathy, "It looks like he forgot to rinse his hair ... it's full of conditioner or something." Genevieve and I briefly followed him into Starbucks, intent on identifying the Mystery Substance, but we faced an almost insurmountable obstacle. How do you ask someone about their Unsightly Goop without appearing rude? I considered asking, "Are you Gellin'?" or "Nothing beats Extra Cappuccino Foam, eh?," but decided against it. In the end, the mystery was solved when the Grease Monkey slid out of Starbucks and into the Hair Salon across the street ...!