Tuesday, May 1, 2007
At work we have those nifty paper towel dispensers where you wave your hand and it gives you a piece of paper. This piece of paper is almost enough to dry your hands, but not quite. My hands will typically be completely dried by the time I finish walking the 15 feet back to my office. There is a small delay before it will spit out a new piece of paper once it has been activated. This keeps a slightly “special” person from accidentally shooting out the entire roll to dry one pair of hands. I believe that it should be common courtesy if two people reach the paper towels at the same time that Person A will take one square and let Person B take the next instead of making Person B sit there dripping water on the floor for a few minutes because Person A has some sort of complex and needs 3 sheets of paper to really feel dry. It’s F’ing water and it won’t kill you. Just give me a damn paper towel! Please? At the very least I'd appreciate it if you didn't make inane small talk while denying me the ability to dry my hands. I promise, there is a 98% chance that I don't like you that is rapidly climbing to 100% as my hands drip, and a 0% chance that I want to hear what you have to say.