I had ten extra minutes to spare. I had arrived at my meeting well ahead of time.  Given my surplus of minutes, I decided to pick up a cup of coffee.  Surveying my limited options, I regretted so carelessly passing the Starbucks on the highway.  Oh well, we play with the hand we are dealt, so I settled on a gas station down the road.

Thankfully, the gas station had a wall full of coffee options, so I would be alright. Considering my surplus of minutes, I figured I would also use the restroom, before the meeting.  Going to wash my hands and thinking of the coffee goodness awaiting me, I slathered some soap onto my hands.  Then I waved them below the faucet.  No reaction.  Even though the sink appeared wet, the motion sensor did not want to give me water.  I tried again.  Nothing.  Not a drop.  I continued to rub the soap into my hands.  They would at least be covered with soap, if not wet.

Giving up on the water, I decided to just dry off the soap. Sadly the only remaining option was an electric hot air hand drier.  This was not going to be good.  Soon, I had hands covered with warm soap.  Soon, my surplus of minutes was dwindling.  I had to make a choice.  I selected the hand drying on the pant leg option.  I was pitiful.  I was the embodiment of gas station coffee.

On the Brightside, I now had soapy smelling hands, a cup of scalding hot gas station coffee, and an arrival at my meeting barely ahead of time. Things were indeed taking a turn for the better and I would face that happy future with soap covered pants, because that’s how I roll.  No water required.