BitterSweetLife

So I was trying to wash my hands in the Men's/Adolescent's/Boy's room at North KC Highschool, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out why the faucets wouldn't turn on. Nearby students washed up effortlessly, provoking streams of hot water with nonchalant gestures of their hands. I watched them from the corner of my eye. But when I moved my fingers in front of faucets—carefully targeting the small recessed squares above them—nothing happened. I tried it again. Nothing. How about a different faucet? Nope. But soon I got tired of standing there cavalierly waggling my fingers.

I felt stupid, but "Is there some special trick with these things?”

With typical baffled helpfulness: “Well, uh, you just push ‘em.”

Good thing that kid wasn’t in my class. I hate getting out-psyched by a lack of technology.