I was in one of these restroom
I wash my hands after each use
then I put my hand under blower
that stir everything around me
it suppose to save more trees
they should have a containment,
vacuum to suck water from hands
so noisy too like jet taking off
we are sheeple we don't complain
we get in long line to everything
it's no wonder amazon makes more
we buy things we don't really need
then work ourselves to death to pay
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