The word Automatic implies that one might have access to paper towels easily! instantly! without thought! in mass quantity!
No. It means you must do a little dance, waving your hands over, under, to the front and sides of the fickle dispenser. Rub its belly. Ask it how its feeling. Tell it you appreciate it. Do a step back if it doesn't work so the machine can get all unconfused and reset itself. All this to maybe MAYBE get three inches of paper towel. This little scrap might dry off a couple fingers, but most people have more than that. So you have to do the dance all over again, maybe three or four times, while a couple of people behind you are waiting in line having finished their dance at the automatic faucet and managed to spray their whole bodies in the process with an incorrect guess at the preset water pressure. They are in for five or six dances at the paper towel dispenser, minimum. Poor things.
My theory is that we've gotten too clever. We've maybe gone up to the top of Clever and should have stayed put. Enjoyed the view. But not knowing when to stop we sometimes roll down the other side to a very frustrating ......Unclever.
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