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What doesn't kill you. Part 2

This issue of the public restroom is unnerving enough to consider from the safety of one's home but the experience itself could well give rise to a breakdown. One's ability to overcome a full on neurotic episode is all the more admirable when accounting for the resolution of the public restroom venture: hand washing. Touch a soap dispenser which has been recently touched by unknown hands recently in a Stalls Two through Next To Handicap? No. If one has the mental promptitude to accomplish that, there's only one last hurdle.

Lastly, one cannot underestimate the crucial moment during which clean, wet hands need to simultaneously dry AND turn off the faucet. Now, at the mercy of the janitor, there's no turning back. Will there be a paper towel available and what hurdles are involved in procuring such?

These paper towel dispensers with the dials and cranks should be outlawed. Furthermore, the invention of automated paper towel dispensers should've rendered the hand dryer obsolete. No one likes these (save eighties pop icons needing to dry underarm hair) and I like to assume most of us use the paper towel to turn off the faucet and open the door which will end this germ-o-phob nightmare, tainted soles notwithstanding.

Were it not for hand sanitizers stashed in purses, desks and cars, some might find themselves trapped in an infinite loop of public restroom hand washing.

And, I think we can all agree, that would be neurotic and weird.

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