Technology: Friend or Indifferent Younger Brother?

I will go ahead and get this out of the way right now- I am greatly amused by things normally considered too silly for a grown person to give more than a second thought to.  A robot that can vacuum my house is the most incredible thing in the world to me.  Were I to own one I would follow it around while it did it's duty, endlessly mesmerized at how it just knew where that chair was!  And that's just the simple stuff.  Technology has come a long way.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we now have the technology to make Robin Williams a believable actor."

Phones used to do one thing: call people.  Now we have phones that can send and receive any video from anywhere all over the world, instantly.  We have GPS systems that can tell someone on the other side of the world where I am standing down to the foot, how fast I'm walking, and have a satellite read the tag on my shirt to see what brands I buy.  We have a cruise missiles that can fly through someone's front window, stop, turn around, find the right person, and blow them up.  We have cars with freaking night vision.  We- the human race as a whole- have risen to new heights, right!?

Wrong.

If you really think that we can do anything we imagine, I lead you to only one place: the movie theater bathroom.

Now for couples!

I know, I know- it's not just theaters, but for some reason they seem to be the worst offenders.  Still don't know what I'm talking about?  Let me give you a hint: when was the last time you tried to wash your hands at one of those "hands free" sinks where you didn't stand there waving your hands around like an idiot?  Exactly.  It never happens.  After moving your hands every which way, standing on your head, and banging on the faucet itself (which really defeats the whole "hands-free" idea, amirite?)- finally you get a decent flow, right?

Nope.  It runs for one second and shuts off, never to work again.  So you move one sink over, and over, and over until you finally have washed your hands (and missed the entire movie).  There, that wasn't so bad was it?  I can deal with that, I suppose.  But it's not over.

"Mua ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!"

Can someone please tell me who thought that we only needed two square inches of paper towel to dry their hands?  Anyone?  Bueller?  That's right.  Once you've gone through approximately six million sinks to get rid of those nasty theater-toilet germs, you need to wave your hands frantically in front of a little red light to get two inches of paper towel.  And can you get more right away?  Nope.  You have to tear that two inches off first.

Maybe I'm a spoiled American.  Maybe I need to care less about the little things in life and go do something productive with what the good lord gave me.  Or maybe I should call up NASA and have them send an engineer or two to the good folks down at Kholer to whip them into shape.

Don't make me send RoboCop.  I'll call him right now if I have to.

Cause nobody hates germs more than RoboCop.