So last night’s opening party at The Works. There’s a lot going on. Dancing, bouncing, eating, mingling, drinking, art viewing, unisex (omnisex?) bathrooms, more bouncing… One works up a thirst.
Personally, my thirst knows no bounds. I’m a big fan of water. I can’t pass a drinking fountain without stopping for a sip. But lo!
Didn’t stop me from trying. No water came out, though.
And yet, twelve paces away:
I would later be the asshole that drank the last of this water.
Yo, PICA! Why not use the existing water delivery infrastructure? This water cooler ain’t big enough for the both of us.
I also found myself, for whatever reason, longing to use the powder soap dispensers in the bathroom. Powder soap is horrible, but when I saw the dispensers I had wished they were functional.
Oh, don’t get us started on the water situation! We did so much plumbing work on the building to get ANYTHING running—it’s a small miracle we have toilets. The koldkist stations are make-do solution.
Also, there was surprising amount of powdered soap left in those things when we took occupancy three years ago. I guess it never really goes bad, right? After 15 years…