Grant me the salvation of paper towels

Every time I finish washing my hands in the bathroom, my heart breaks. There are no paper towels to dry my hands — only the rusting white machines with no significant drying value that blow bathroom particles on my hands for over a minute are available.

Since I’m a germaphobe, the air dryers in the bathrooms are not an option for me — they concentrate the spores from the air and spit them back onto my freshly washed hands, leaving them more germ-covered than before. Worse yet, the dryers don’t even do what they’re supposed to do: dry my hands.

Paper towels aren’t a wasteful luxury; they are a necessary item for good hygiene. And don’t even get me started on those nasty flip-flop bathroom passes.