Monday, 25 March 2013

Blow Job

In my ongoing efforts to chronicle all the adventures that happen in my workplace bathroom, I would like to tell you how we came to have two jet engines installed in this room of shame.  Apparently some funster was thinking that most of our paper towels belonged in the toilet and not the trash can.  I am told this is what lead to our previous flushing and flooding issues.  To address this problem, the paper towel dispensers were removed and replaced with air dryers that have the capacity to blow dry a woolly mammoth in mere seconds.  In this air stream, your skin feels like it is bordering the point where it would come clean off your hands.  But the sound is the worst.  Imagine rolling down the 401 at 200 km/h with the driver side window down.  And then stick your head out the window.  That's what it sounds like.  From fifty feet down the hall.

When I hear it go off, I either chuckle to myself at the ridiculousness of it or grimace to myself at the ridiculousness of it.  My prediction is that there will soon be another flood at work as somebody attempts to flush these hand dryers away.

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