Every time—every time—I just try to wash my damn face, what happens? The goddamn water just rolls down my arms and gets my sleeves wet. I HATE IT. Thanks for nothing, tiny sink! And don’t even get me STARTED on washing the car. Or the dishes??? The goddamn DISHES?? AAARRRGH! It just chaps my f@#$%^&* hide. It really f*&^%$#@ does.
Marjorie Skinner is the Portland Mercury's Managing Editor, author of the weekly Sold Out column chronicling the area's independent fashion and retail industry, and a frequent contributor to the film and... More by Marjorie Skinner
Wow!! I had no idea this was such a big problem.
That man in the green shirt toward the end has a woman’s hair style. I suppose that’s OK, but it does distract from the sales pitch.
Maybe he could invent something that keeps his hair looking man-ish?
I haven’t had this problem since, I don’t know, I was 6 and I could barely reach the sink. Since then, the water that runs down my arms tends to actually run down them, and almost never up my arms to my sleeves.
Not that it is a bad idea. Somewhere there must be a midget supply store and they should stock these.