Cassandra
"I wonder if anyone will spark my interest tonight," Tarra says as she looks at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, applying more lipstick over her heart-shaped lips.
I lather soap over my small hands and begin scrubbing them clean. "You always have guys falling all over you, you always have. The right one just hasn't come along yet." I simply state, and walk towards the paper towels. My sister smiles proudly at the fact I chose the paper towels over the air dryer.
When she was in nursing school, Tarra learned that each flush of the toilet launches fecal particles into the air, so the air dryers basically blow poop particles onto your dampened skin. Hence the reason why I haven't touched an air dryer since, and still cringe when I see other people use them.