Lit­tle boy at hand-dry­ing ma­chine: Dad, aren’t you go­ing to smell my hands so you know they’re clean?
Dad: No, it’s okay. Let’s go.
Lit­tle boy, get­ting an­gry: Smell them. Smell them! Smell them!

Re­stroom, Scotts­dale Fash­ion Square
Scotts­dale, Ari­zona

Over­heard by: mine were clean