Sunday, October 26, 2008
So, I’m at the North Market this morning with my sister, when I excuse myself to use the ladies room. When it’s time to wash my hands, I load up on the pink soap and place my hands under the faucet.
“Oh. This is one of those sensing no-touch faucets – great.” I think to myself.
I move my hands closer.
I move them farther.
To the left, maybe.
Oh, of course, a little more to the right.
Maybe I’m too close.
Maybe I’m moving too quickly.
Maybe my hands are too high.
Oh wait, there obviously too low.
Maybe I need to step back a moment before I lose my cool.
What am I supposed to do with all this soap and no water to rinse it off?
I turn around and notice the toilet’s got a lot of water in it – Groooooooss!
Somebody told me once that the sensors can be thrown off by the color black. Of course, I thought that was ridiculous when I first heard it, but now as I stand here soapy and wearing black, I find myself wishing a lady in red would walk through the door.
Right about now, my sister probably thought I fell in…..
I take a deep breath.
I walk away for a moment to regroup.
I sneak up on the stubborn faucet, slide my hands under it, and BSHHHH! - a quick burst of water gushes out for just a second. If I would have blinked I would have missed it, but what I did get, was gonna have to be enough.
Now, I go to dry my hands under the blow dryer.
A sensing no-touch blow dryer.
I walk out.
Posted by Sheri at Sunday, October 26, 2008