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Dear Reader,
Two squirts of soap, lather up, wave your hands under the faucet, rinse, crank the paper towel machine, dry, toss the towel and walk out the door. Yep, that's the routine and it was working just fine for everyone else in the bathroom at the Cincinnati airport--except me. I was still standing in front of the sink, lathered up.
You know that little side-to-side motion you do with your hands under the faucet, so it will turn on? Well, it didn't work for me.
So, I assumed it must be out of order, and I moved over to the next sink. A little wave-wave of the hands but still, nothing happened.
So I kept right on moving down the line, sink after sink, until it became a game of musical faucets. But I was always left standing, with soap on my hands. There were twenty water faucets in the bathroom--I counted them--and not a single one would work for me.
I felt ridiculous and people were beginning to stare. Maybe because my hand-waving motion was starting to get a little violent-looking and I was mumbling under my breath, "Stupid faucet! Stupid faucet!"
Finally a Good Samaritan took pity on me and offered a hand--she waved hers under the faucet and the water started flowing--but when I tried to do the old switcheroo and sneak mine in, the water shut off. This was absurd, and just as I was thinking that these faucets should come with directions, I looked up and there they were--the directions. Who would've thought you'd ever need instructions? But I guess if you're dressed in black pants and a long-sleeved black sweater, like I was, you do.
The plaque on the mirror in front of me read:
Automatic Faucets Approach sink to turn on.
Faucet will shut off automatically.
Dark clothing may not activate sensor.
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
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