the restroom mirror is covered in propaganda about how, in spite of what you know, the dyson airblade is an engineering marvel
I wash my hands and wave them under the bicycle handlebars attached to the faucet in order to activate the airblade
it blasts cold air onto my hands with painful force. the remaining foaming soap still in the bowl of the sink shoots up and covers the mirror.
my hands are still as wet as when I started. no amount of airblade dries your hands