I was in the ladies room at work this morning, serenely washing my hands. I have been more careful lately to limit my water consumption. I use my wrist to flip the water on, then off during sudsing, then on again to rinse. The process takes a little longer – but it’s more economical.
I was rinsing when I first heard the *thrrip*,*thrrip*,*thrrip*… I turn… slowly, as the realization of the origin of this sound washes over me. As my sight slowly hones in on the source, it continues... *thrrip*, *thrrip*, *thrrip*.
Yes, six times. I am pretty sure I recall hearing it six times.
I stare. Incredulous.
I falter, suddenly realizing my water is still running.
I quickly slap the handle down with an audible pop.
I look back … curious… miffed.
And there she is. Wiping, mopping you might say, her just slightly dampened hands with SIX paper towels.
Oh… the horror of it.
She tosses her WAD of nearly dry and unused paper towels in the receptacle and brushes past me toward the door.
I want to call out.
I don’t. I stand, dumbfounded … speechless.
I will not use any paper towels today.
I feel I need to balance the scales.