Potty Talk

Good evening, ladies and gent, and welcome back to the bathroom at work. Usually you only see this in the background for my Stockholming pictures,and I got a couple of weird looks from one of the other ladies when she saw me sneaking my phone back into my pocket, but I have been pondering something in that bathroom for months now, and it must be resolved.

On the left, we have the automatic towel dispenser. It has a shifty little laser eye, and likes to dispense my 5.5" by 8" paper towel as I walk into the bathroom to my customary second stall (despite having read articles that tell me the first stall is the cleanest, I still can't bring myself to make the full 180-degree turn just inside the door. I also can't park left. I happen to be angularly challenged, and I don't think I'm the only one). On the right, the soap dispenser and faucet.

Now, I enter the restroom, greeted by the winking laser and subtle grrr of the paper towel dispenser. To the second stall. Do my thinking. Flush. Flush again, because unfortunately the second stall, albeit my favorite, has a weak flush, and I hate leaving any evidence of the fact that I use the bathroom. Exit stall. Wave hand frantically under the soap dispenser. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. AHA! The second I remove my hand from the line of soap fire, there's a puddle of foam in the sink. I have to scoop it up off the sink, and then stand there, waving my hands under the sink. Nothing. Nothing. Why? Because it's manual, not automatic. It's the only thing in the bathroom (aside from the flush) that's manual. I don't get it. You're gonna ration everything else, so why not ration the water? Or at the least not bookend the only manual thing with two automatics? Gimme all or nothing. This is just messing with my mind.

Stockholm, Day 8.

I really have to figure out what's going on with that full-length mirror, because this no work. Anyone know how to remove a mirror that appears to share its molecular structure with the door?

Below; the new hair. It clearly makes me happy. Either that or it's the shiny thing on my left hand. One or the other is making me smile. In the bathroom. Right before my coworker walked in. Gah!