A re-post from last year’s NanoPoblano…
Dear lady in the Jaguars jersey 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 the 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 meltdown, exorcizing a demon or perhaps trying to land an imaginary plane.
You had no way of knowing that I work in a place where everything in the bathroom is automated.
There, 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 took direct action.
Bless your kind and helpful heart.
I’m sure we have given each other a good story.