Just say no to wimpy hand dryers

Have you been in Pub Dog's bathroom lately?

Everything is fine (cramped, but fine) except for the tiny white box-shaped hand dryer. It's pathetic. You put your hands under it and you can barely feel a wisp of warm air.

I could dry my hands faster with a wet nap. Zink!

(I've only been in the men's room, but I assume the women's room looks relatively the same.)

This has got to go. Pronto ...

I called owner Steve Osmond and left him a message this morning. With a little luck, he'll get back to me soon, and say something like this:

"Sam, I'm so sorry to have disappointed wet-handed Federal Hillians for so long with my skimpy wimpy blow dryer. I'm going to rip that bugger off the wall today with a sledgehammer and replace it with a gas-powered leaf blower."

Then I say:

"Whoa, Steve, that would be wicked awesome, but you don't need to go that far. An XLerator would do just fine."

Then Steve says:

"You got it, broseph."

Just a thought.

(Photo by me)