Don'T Fight It - Write It
I have a problem with public bathrooms, cleanliness you ask. No, with drying my hands. Many have no paper towels, only the air machines. Let's go green, I am told. Can you tell me, how do you wipe a child's wet face with an air machine. How does one wipe up a wet counter, with an air machine. Why not have both, paper towels and an air machine. Let the customer decide, decide the one they want to use. Now I have this off my chest, Oh how much better I feel.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2023
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