Do you ever feel like today’s technology is secretly in charge–rather than vice versa?
I had one of those suspicions recently.
While on a short trip, I had just washed my hands in a convenience store bathroom. Turning to get a paper towel, I saw that it was one of those fancy machines…you know, the ones where you gracefully pass your hand in front of the sensor, and the dispenser complies by providing a towel.
At least, that’s the idea.
But this one had a low battery, or an attitude, or both. It emitted a groan of pain when I tried the normal routine. No dice.
I sighed and tried again, waving a little harder. It reluctantly gave up an inch of paper.
No paper towel machine was going to beat me. I gritted my teeth and ramped it up again, eventually waving so furiously that 1) my hands were dry already just from the movement, and 2) I looked like a little girl waving at Santa passing by in a Christmas parade, minus the smiles.
Oh, but I got my paper towel, make no mistake.
As I left, though, I had a distinct feeling that the machine was silently snickering at me. Hmm…