Xlerator wins my heart.

What is it about a public bathroom that makes you cringe?

It might be the tile floor, covered with eons of dirt, grime, scum, and filth, screaming out, "I wouldn't put your purse down here lady."

It might be the toilet seat, for no matter how many times you wipe it clean with TP, then layer it with TP, and then squat over it holding the pose for as long as it takes and not touching anything around you for support, you still can't seem to feel sanitary in there.

It might be the sink. Underneath you find the plunger that you reckon the guests are supposed to use when they make a doozey. On top you find a questionable bar of soap because the dispenser has leaked all of the nuclear pink soap onto the faucet and down the drain.

I can stand all of these ills. I get by. What gets me going after I've gone are the choices for how one might dry their hands, needing a wash from touching the toilet to flush, stall door to open and questionable soap to complete the deed. Yes, in this case, I might feel that the soap actually makes my hands dirtier. Low voltage hand dryers where you have to slam the button to start them with your forearm loom on the wall. Paper towel dispensers with the crank arm, and their refined cousins, the hands free models just waiting for me, knowing full well that they will be out of commission when my turn comes around. I'll walk out into the world of retail with wet hands and ultimately end of slathering them all over my clothes, once again looking like a complete slob.

Behold the Xlerator. It steals my heart. Everytime. The air flow is so powerful that it moves your skin around and in an instant you are dry, clean, relieved, and ready to conquer the crowd at your retail or restaurant of choice.

It never lets me down. One of life's simple joys, a chance to watch your skin dance and dry in an instant after a distressing few moments engulfed in a public potty. Precious.