I am out for lunch with my friends. We are a noisy bunch, as we tuck-in to yummy food and girly gossip.
Just before we say our byes, one of my friends and I visit the powder room. I wash my hands and look for paper towels. Can’t find any; but there is a dryer. So I place my palms under the dryer, waiting for warm air to gush out.
Hmmm…no warm air. Upon closer inspection, through the translucent glass of the so-called dryer, I see a roll of paper towels.
“Ah! A paper towel dispenser”, I say.
My friend then tells me that it is sensor-operated, and that she had tried waving her hands before the sensor to activate it, but in vain.
There is a symbol that shows a palm, and below it is a small button. I press the button, and one paper towel comes out.
Then we discuss why the sensor doesn’t seem to be working. My friend shows me how she waved her palms at the machine. I wave my palms frantically.
We laugh and proceed to take our bags. There is a gentle whirring sound. We turn around to find that the machine has sensed all those waving palms, albeit slowly.
The machine is spewing out paper towels, one after the other, almost like a saree. We are in sudden shock.
We are close to the machine, and afraid that it will start spewing more if it senses our movement.
Like a pair of guilty children, we back out with minimum movement.
We come out, catch each others’ eye and burst into fits of laughter.