My fourth grade daughter wrote an essay for the PTA’s “Reflections” contest, and it won for her grade category at her school. This year’s theme was “I Wonder Why,” and the children who particpated tended to wonder about nature or the world around them. My daughter wrote something a little different. My husband and I have told enough people about this essay that we’ve received many requests for a copy. Thus, I post it here tonight, and we hope that as it goes on to the next level of judging, other people will find it just as... let’s say, inspirational.
I wonder why automatic paper towel dispensers hate me. It all started a bit ago. We were on a car trip, and had made a pit stop at the public bathrooms. When I was done, I went to the automatic paper towel dispensers to dry my hands. I waved my hand in front of the sensor. Nothing. I did it again, and again, and again. I didn’t just wave, I did everything! Nothing. My mom walked over, waved, and got a paper towel. My sister walked over, waved, and got a paper towel. I waved, and waved, and waved. Nothing. Finally, I got fed up and grabbed a paper towel that had been hanging out of another dispenser. There was only one logical explanation. They hate me. Why?