Whoosh!

'Pup's workplace is having a Christmas party this week, in the middle of the day. They've invited family to go, so we're going to show up, I think, even though 'Pup is technically on vacation this week. Still, they're promising door prizes, and we've been kinda lucky with those lately, so....

'Pup stayed late at work last week, so that he could make sure his desk was clear. Not that it will be clear when he returns. In fact, I suspect he'll be stopping in next Saturday, after Christmas to see if he can get a jump on the pile that will be awaiting him when he returns officially the following Monday.

He's stayed late before and when he does, he sends me a text asking that I pick up some dinner and come join him after I get off work. When I did, this last time, I stopped by the lady's room. I was, in fact, told I had to, by 'Pup.

Cheeky of him, wasn't it?

Actually, he wanted me to see if they'd installed in the lady's room what they'd recently installed in the gent's. It, or rather they, were some new hand dryers. And, oh, people. They had.

Lord'a Mercy. They had. Two of them. Let me tell you, sticking your hands in turns it on and it's a singular experience...or would be, I guess, if you weren't using two hands....

Still, I think I'm missing, more and more, in more and more different public restrooms, the simple paper towel. The air blowers dry out my hands. Oh, well. Progress comes as it comes, I suppose.