I hate those things as well.
It doesn’t happen very often, but sometimes, the universe IS out to get you.
Gee whiz, Opus. If I didn’t know better, I’d think that faucet was telling you that your head looks like a cat’s patoot.
If my mother had treated me like that it would have been a huge improvement.
Yeah, right, everything is mom’s fault. Penguin up, Opus. . .
I once did battle with an autoflush toilet that flushed every time I tried to put a Neat Seat on it.
Berkeley, you really need to develop this into a stage play. You can call it, “Waiting for Gojo®.”
I was at a rest stop in New Jersey one time. They had automatic sensors in the sinks. I stepped up to one sink and nothing. Tried another and again nothing. I went to another sink that I saw someone just use, and again nothing. Now I start looking for a camera thinking some kind of joke is going on. It trurned out it was the black t-shirt I was wearing. The sensors weren’t picking it up. I went up to a sink, raised my t-shirt a bit, and the sink worked perfectly.
Those Things are unpredictable, in my experience. Sometimes they gush all over you, more like a shower than washing your hands. Other times, as with Opus here, they refuse to work at all, until just after you turn away in frustration….
Opus truly gets no respect.
I just realized why Opus made that claim. It barfed on his head like a mom penguin feeding her young.
I do the waggling instinctively now in public facilities. I’m sure if I were time transported back to the 1980’s, I’d get a whole lot of Turn it on first, ya dumb ass! looks from strangers.