Napkins
December 19, 2009emily No Comments »I can’t believe I haven’t told you guys this story yet. Years and years ago– I’d guess I was six or seven– I was walking on campus with my dad and my brother. I had to go to the bathroom, so we stopped by a nearby building and I toddled on in to the restroom by myself. Everything was going fine, until I had to dry my hands. I couldn’t see a means of doing so, until I spotted a metal box on the wall that asked for 25 cents to purchase a ‘napkin’. Now for a bit of background. For whatever reason, at our house that summer we were using napkins and paper towels to wipe our faces and dry our hands. One can imagine that my mother was tired of doing so much laundry for two rowdy kids who constantly got dirty. In any case: napkins. It made perfect sense to me, in that bathroom, that they would charge 25 cents for a ‘napkin’ with which to dry your hands. So I scampered out to the lobby whereupon I asked my dad for a quarter so that I could buy a napkin to dry my hands on. You can imagine the look on his face, right?
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