My conversation with the towel dispenser

Satori, , — Stephen on 31 Mayo 2009 @ 1:52 — 1 comment

Maybe it was because I had had a couple of beers already, but the funniest damn thing happened to me in the bathroom of a bar Olaf and I were in this evening. After finishing my business, I went to wash my hands. As I reached for the button on the towel dispenser to spit out some paper, all I heard was a long mechanical “whrrr” sound. Clearly it was empty, but I pushed the buttton again 2 times, only to hear the dispenser start to play Dusty’s Springfield’s “Wishin’ and Hopin’“.

And no, I am not kidding!

One Reply

  1. the towel dispenser sang to u? dat’s rich!


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