I'm usually pretty okay when it comes to being a planet friendly tree hugging vegetarians. I usually recycle (unless, of coarse, the paper bin is over 20 feet away- I mean, seriously) and I use both sides of my college ruled paper before tossing it, unless I've written with .5 lead, in which case I've pushed so hard that the opposite side of the paper is bumpy and therefore not available for future usage. But there's this new contraption that some other, more dedicated planet friendly tree hugging vegetarian has thought up, that I hate with a blind, vicious fury, comparable to Lord Voldemort after being yet again outsmarted by Harry in number four, or the White Witch spotting Aslan when she was so sure she'd done away with him on the stone table. But in this case, Aslan came in the form of the undoubtedly economical but extremely tedious blow-dry hand-dryers that are rapidly replacing every paper towel dispenser in the country. Now, after a good solid void a thorough hand washing is recommended, which would include lathering up with any variation of a St. Ives soap dispenser and cleansing your hands with lots and lots of water. Which, inevitably, would leave them dripping, begging tearfully for a cozy, dry paper towel of sorts to dry and warm them.

Enter a useless automatic hand dryer. Which leaves them unsatisfied and semi-sticky. And still wet.

And also, these things take a decade or two. Which is great if your a lonely grunting cavemen that has nothing else to do but make rabbit stew and dry his hands. But a happening teen, especially a teen in an airport bathroom five minutes before her plane blasts off really has no time for such nonsense. Especially if this teen is BRUSHING HER TEETH, in which case she is forced to dry her toothbrush under an automatic hand dryer before tossing it in her bag and hot footing it down to C4.

Above is a mugshot I picked up off google images.