Enough with the damn innovative and environmentally oriented technology in public restrooms! Why do we need sensors telling us how much we need or when we need it?! I know where we went wrong; when nobody complained about the air-bazookas that dried our hands in late eighties! These easy-to-use George-W.-toys would at the click of a button, unleash a hurricane in the restroom, separating the roof from the rest of the building, leaving our hands covered in flames. Because we allowed these hell machines to slide through our perimeters protecting logic and reason, we’re now suffocating in similar products. I don’t want machines to control the faucets, paper towels or soap dispensers, and God help me if I suddenly feel a tsunami washing away my rear end, while I’m in wonderland dancing with the secretary’s bosom!

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