When I started work at The Lab, I was terribly excited to note that there was a hair dryer in the women’s bathroom. As someone who is frequently a) wet and b) sporting truly horrible hair, I was pleased to note that someone had taken steps to alleviate any potential follicle mishaps that may occur.

Today, I desperately needed that hair dryer. My hair is actually quite tame at the moment, but my pants are too-slowly recovering from an icy and sopping scoot into work. I am wet and frozen and highly uncomfortable, so I went into the bathroom to use the dryer on my thighs.

Hair dryer: check. Frozen Kimli: check. Wet denim: triple check. Power outlet: …

There’s no outlet anywhere in the bathroom.

Well, shit.

I am wet and cold and grumpy.