Nothing provokes a rehash of criticisms I’ve received from women quite like waving my hand under a sensor tap and failing to generate water: maybe I am cold and indifferent.
I wave again and again to no avail: look at me…all selfish and focused on my needs; frustrated because we’re at this unanticipated impasse: how did we get here with all these broken expectations?
Thankfully when the flood finally happens it’s hot and washes everything away.
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