Friday, January 20, 2006

South Common Mall

It was cold.
I pulled my hood up over my head as I stepped off the transit bus.
South Common Mall, my transfer point.

Not to deviate too far from my story but I remember when I first came to the realization of just how simple an idea public washroom hand dryers really are. They're just heat and wind. I could probably build one with toaster elements and fan blades. Get an electric motor to power it.

I've done my research.
See:

Some of this, because

and the motor...

some...cats

So my story at South Common Mall actually starts with a hand dryer. And I mean exactly that. A hand dryer, singular. Just one.
"You'd think they'd have more than one hand dryer" I said to the man behind me as his waiting hands let drops of water hit the floor. “We should complain about it” I suggested. At this point I was ready to end the conversation and get out of there.
Leaving him and the roar of the wind machine diminishing behind me I soon approached the Muffin Lady. How might I get in contact with the Mall people? I asked. She answered and pointed over my shoulder to the door between two big signs.
“Good”. I thought.
As an unspoken thank-you for her help I bought myself a red berry muffin. And said Thank-you.

I was still eating my muffin when I was talking to the office secretary lady about hand dryers.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

What a tall tale! It's probably all true, too.

YM

Anonymous said...

Finnish your story man! What did the secretary say? What did you say to her? Was the muffin good? Did the guy in the bathroom say anything back to you when you said the things to him?!

Krig the Viking said...

Wait -- did this actually happen? Did you actually talk to the mall staff about needing more hand dryers? If so, then like, woa. Dude.

Anonymous said...

Yes, I want to know too. Did you really talk to the office secretary lady about hand dryers? I've GOT to know.

Love,
YM

Benjamin said...

I really talked to the office secretary lady about hand dryers.
It's one of my true stories.
She basicly said, in one of them nut-shells, that she would let some person know about it.

Anonymous said...

If she did tell somebody, do you think they might have just had a good laugh?
You never know, though, they might actually decide to do something about the "problem"!

YM