My husband and I were out window shopping tonight and stopped in a store that had a lower level. As we were walking down the stairs, I grabbed on to the hand railing, and slid my hand down the rail without thinking. Suddenly I hit a sort of "gummy" spot. Ewww....gross. I can only imagine what kind of filth was smeared on that handrail. When we got to the bottom, I asked a sales clerk if they had a restroom there. She told me it was out of order. I told her what had happened, and that I needed to wash my hands. She just suggested I go to another store.
We left the store, and were still window shopping, but I couldn't stop thinking about my dirty hands. Suddenly we passed a store that very much interested my husband. It was a store devoted to shaving. They had all kinds of razors and shaving equipment. We looked around for a moment, and then I noticed that in the corner of the store they had a place set up for people to learn how to shave properly. And lo and behold, they had a sink! I asked the owner if I could wash my hands, and he agreed. As I washed, I told him what happened. I was so grateful to him for letting me wash my hands. I left the store being the one with the clean hands, and he remained, being the one with the pure heart. :)