A series that documents a baby boomer's rants and observations of Millennial society.
I have had it. I cannot take it anymore. I will never again patronise any restaurant or store whose only option to dry one's hands is to lay them gingerly into, or under, a re-purposed hair drier.
It is just undignified, an insult. I am done.
Who thought of this stupid idea?? These are probably the brainchild of someone used to living in the basement. Clearly with no idea what it means to be soothed by ritual. For that matter, what genius thought that mobile phones – nay, surveillance devices – were a good idea?? Modern living is plagued by the unlimited uninformed imagination of nineteen-year-olds.
You see, a nineteen-year-old knows nothing of rituals. Say, the ritual of donning a work uniform whether it is work-overalls or a suit-and-tie. Jeans, t-shirts and flip-flaps will do for the typical Millennial. What would they know of the pleasure to clean one's hands with (solid, not liquid) soap and to dry them dutifully on a slightly stiff linen, or a stack of paper towels (one cannot just take one)? And the smell of clean hands after a soap-and-towel session.....? *sigh* ...or the tactile sensation of wicking hand-wetness into a physical, absorbent object?
And hand hair-driers are not even sanitary. Studies show that the bacterial count and fecal matter in the air and on the surfaces in the bathroom are far higher when one uses the hand hair driers. The worst offenders are the Dyson units, that always have a pond of scum-water languishing at the bottom of the unit, from previous users. Disgusting!
But all is not lost. Increasingly, I note that many establishments provide the option; they provide hand towels (linen and paper) AND hair-driers so that the person has a choice. So, the civilised among us do not have to denigrate ourselves with poop-air blowing in our faces. I always give good and long side-eye when I see someone choose air over linen. Cretins, all!