And you turn yourself around. Oh, wait. That's the hokey pokey. Or the Kama Sutra. Anyway...
I've always been alarmed at the number of paper towels I end up using at work each day. I can't help it, you need at least two for effective drying. So, add up the number of bathroom trips (at least three) and trips to the kitchen to wash dishes (at least two) and you're looking at a minimum of 10 paper towels per day. And it's not like I'm soaking up acres of wetness, just a daub or two and into the trash they go. Sigh.
I've thought of taking home the paper towels to put in the food waste, but I've not yet gone down that slippery slope of lugging home a container of food scraps. Perhaps that's for another post in the future.
The air dryers don't really work, are loud and use up energy so I don't use those. I suppose I could just let my hands drip dry but then you have to touch the door knob which is worse than not washing your hands. Yes, that's right, I use the paper towels to open the door, thereby exiting the bathroom as sterilely as possible. Or is that even possible?
Anyway, I was reading this post about carrying around a small towel for these purposes and thought, well, what the hell. I'm a Crunchy Chicken. And I started bringing a bandana to work.
If you don't like the classic style and would prefer to be a little more stylish, there are all kinds, from a pretty Japanese tenugui to a super absorbing microfiber bandana.
So far, it's been quite easy. I just tuck it into my pocket and whip it out when I need to dry my hands or my dishes. I hang it up in my office and it's dry by the next time I need to use it. I don't totally feel like a freak and nobody's asked me about it yet.
But, when they do... hooo boy! are they going to get an earful :)