Am I Still Alive?

Evil

A little groggy. A little buzzed, too, since they upgraded me to first class and I had about 5 glasses of wine, but they were the little glasses they use on planes, so maybe it was only two and a half glasses in reality. Plane was delayed. First on the ground in Chicago and then in the air, circling above LaGuardia. I got off the plane finally. Tired. First stop: the men's room. Have to pee. Too much drinking? I pee. Then I try to wash my hands. I put my hands under the spout. Crap, broken. These infrared motion sensors are so flakey. I move to the next one. Fuck, broken too? I move to the next. This is pissing me off. All I want to do is wash my hands. I wave my hands in front of the sensor. I put my body in front of it, then move it away, then move back in front of it. Nothing? I move to the fourth sink, the last in this row. Nothing again. The guy next to me sees all of this. He's washing his hands. The sensor works for him. There are now other guys using the other sinks. It works for everyone but me? The guy next to me motions to me to wash my hands in his sink. I do. Then I leave, but not before questioning whether or not I'm still alive.