Dry Humor

I stopped for a potty break at a rest stop somewhere on Interstate 40 yesterday. After using the facilities I washed my hands and looked around for a hand dryer. The item pictured above was built into the wall and when I stuck my hands inside, warm air blew from the vents.

Very slow moving, mildly warm air, that is. After several minutes my hands were still wet and I had to use my blue jeans as a towel.

I turned to a woman who was stationed at another drying station and said, “This isn’t a very efficient dryer.”

She said, “If you leave your hands in long enough, the moisture dries up out of boredom.”

I giggled all the way to my car.

Peace, people!

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