So I’m changing back into my dress after yoga class at work tonight. I am in the handicapped bathroom on my floor — they’re cleaning the ladies’ room, plus it has a lot more space in which to maneuver. I lean against the wall and lean down to put on my socks and boots. Suddenly, I hear a click and a whir. I think for a second as to what it could be, then I recognize it as the wall-mounted automatic Purell dispenser. I stand back up, glance in the mirror, and confirm that, indeed, I now had a dollop of a white substance on my dress. "Great," I thought, "I’m doing my Monica Lewinsky impression."
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So I’m changing back into my dress after yoga class at work tonight. I am in the handicapped bathroom on my floor — they’re cleaning the ladies’ room, plus it…