rocket dryer
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2005.05.28
Tonight we went out for Geoff C's birthday. We had a fine Mexican dinner at Mariachi's, then went down the way to the "St. Louis", a sports bar that has a large patio which is just the thing for semi-drunken bellowing.
That place has the fiercest hand dryers any of us had ever seen. They made about as much noise as a car engine, and put out a terrific gale that was strong enough for you to see the skin on your hands flapping in the strength of it. I don't know what use such strength provides, but I have to admit my hands were dry in about five seconds.