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.
Drunk on Life 
What a laugh! I laughed out loud – I’m still laughing….with you!
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I was a tad humiliated at first, but it made a good story by the time I was back in the car. 😉
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Ha Ha Ha! Bless her heart, indeed. This is how I approach all horrors in my life at this point. Well, it will make a great blog post! 😉
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You are so right! Except if you realize how funny it is first, and bust out laughing, they think you are even crazier. ::sigh:: 🙂
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We even have a sign on the students’ towel dispenser that says it’s motion sensitive but is not. Hilarity ensues, every so often. Great post!
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In theory, I should automatically compensate whenever I’m outside of the office but I still end up embarrassing myself! Thank you so much for reading!
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