The building in which I work has all automatic bathrooms. Like at the
airport. You walk up to the toilet, do your thing and walk away. It
flushes after you. You walk up to the sink, wave your hands under the
faucet and it turns on. Wave your hands under the soap thingy, wave
them again with a flourish and you might get some soap out.
Of course, then you have to touch the door handle to get out, spreading germs and contamination to every single person in one foul step. How can we live in such filth?! But nevermind that for now.
So, there I was just this very morning, standing there doing my thing all alone. Suddenly the urinal next to me flushed. I looked over wide-eyed as it drained it's contents and refilled. Then one of the sink faucets turned on. I looked behind me at the sink; nobody was there. I finished up quickly, took my own turn at the sink and headed back to my cubical muttering under my breath about haunted office buildings and bathroom necromancy.
. Topher
Of course, then you have to touch the door handle to get out, spreading germs and contamination to every single person in one foul step. How can we live in such filth?! But nevermind that for now.
So, there I was just this very morning, standing there doing my thing all alone. Suddenly the urinal next to me flushed. I looked over wide-eyed as it drained it's contents and refilled. Then one of the sink faucets turned on. I looked behind me at the sink; nobody was there. I finished up quickly, took my own turn at the sink and headed back to my cubical muttering under my breath about haunted office buildings and bathroom necromancy.
. Topher
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