OK, the universe is officially picking on me.
To the 12 people who read my blog about automation in the bathroom, you know how much I abhor it. Well, it seems the cosmos was reading as well. We were on our way home from vacation in Michigan this weekend when we stopped at a gas station somewhere along I-69. I should have known something was a askew by the fact the entire back wall was covered in the diamond plating, which by the way, was also used for ALL four walls of the unisex restroom. One of the most hideous things I’ve ever seen, but that’s never here nor there.
All the expected automated accoutrement was there, but the cause of this second rant about automation was the trash can. Yes, the trash can was automated. You waved your hand over the sensor and it slowly rose, waited 5 seconds and then slowly lowered. I would have thought it was cool had I not been irritated with the universe.
I think I’m done complaining about automated restrooms … for now.
