Has there ever been a more useless invention than the hot-air hand dryer? Years ago in a washroom in Canada, I remember seeing an interesting and entirely appropriate graffiti addition to the operating instructions. These now read: 1. Push button. 2. Rub hands under hot air. 3. Give up. 4. Dry hands on pants.
They haven't improved much since then. However, the hand dryers at Heathrow Terminal 5 seem to represent a new generation of torment. In contrast to the feeble whisper of a lot of these devices, the ones at T5 emit a fantastic blast of hot air. It's as if they've found a new use for the engines out of the mothballed Concorde fleet.
So what's not to like? Well, the water droplets are blown off your hands onto an angled metal panel just below -- and from there, directly onto your crotch. So if you don't want to risk missing your flight because you're too embarrassed to leave the loo, don't wear beige slacks when using T5!
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