86/365
When I'm out and about, these are the bane of my existence. Automatic towel dispensers are great.
IN THEORY.
In reality, for whatever reason, I can't seem to trip the sensor in order to get the towel to come out. Seriously. I can stand there, wave my hands, jump up and down, swear loudly, whatever. It doesn't help. If my Kid is there, SHE can trip the sensor for me.
Same with automatic doors, although I have a better chance of getting those to open for me.
Apparently one of my superpowers is invisibility to machines. Which'll be great when the robots take over.
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