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.
Drunk on Life 
I’m fairly certain she knew what you were thinking. Unless you were muttering to yourself while you were flailing your arms around! Were you?
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Well, at work, you don’t actually mutter magical words, you just wave your hands and the water comes out, so I was most likely silent out of habit. I think she thought I was a bit tetched.
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OMG, going into a public restroom is a hot mess now. Some are fully automated. Some are fully manual. Some are some combination in between. And it’s not always super evident what is going on. I see people all the time struggling with this!
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The lights are automatic in the bathrooms at work, but nothing else. Which doesn’t explain why I stood in front of the door one day waiting for it to open. Like I entering the grocery store or something.
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