SaraGrace had a check-up today (where we found out she is in the whopping five percentile for weight and height!). They had foam hand sanitizers hanging on the walls in many locations. As we were leaving, I saw one conveniently located near the exit. Great! I could go home germ-free.
The dispensers looked very similar to an upside down can of whipped cream. It had the little spout thingy pointed down. I looked at it...a bit unsure how to activate it. I decided to put my palm under it and pull forward.
To my horror, it sprayed toward me in--I kid you not-- a good two feet square area. I was plastered in white foam. It covered my navy blue shirt, my arms, my hair--even the BACK of my shirt. I started cracking up and made a hasty escape as the receptionist politely pretended not to notice. Yeah...she and the rest of the staff probably laughed until they peed their pants after I walked out.
I laughed all the way out to the car, with SaraGrace asking me, "Mommy, why do you look like you have snow all over you?"
