The eternal struggle between me (just trying to wash my hands) and this automatic sink (trying not to release more than two tiddlywinks of water at a time)
The bathroom robots at my office have different opinions of me. I open the door, the toilet flushes. I use the toilet, it flushes. I close the door, it flushes. The sink? Makes me beg for water. I have to wave my hands and speak an audible prayer for it to turn on. Moved my hands to get soap? Who are you? Answer these riddles three.


















