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.
