Dear lady in the plaid shirt in the truck stop bathroom in Eufala, Alabama;
Thank you for reaching over to my sink from your side of the counter and turning on my faucet for me.
I realize my somewhat frenzied hand waving in front of the taps may have led you to assume I was having a breakdown or perhaps trying to land an imaginary plane.
You had no way of knowing that I work in a place where everything in the bathrooms is automated and in order to get soap/water/paper towels you have to make a gesture within the motion-sensor range of the dispenser.
I’m sure I would have eventually figured it out, but you were there and took direct action. Bless your kind and helpful heart.
I’m sure we have given each other a good story.