Standing before the paper towel dispenser, my child is repeatedly waving her hand about. She is getting frustrated; nothing is happening. The automated dispenser is ingrained in her four year old experience. But this is a regular paper towel dispenser. As in, a sliver of paper towel is already hanging before her. But she is confused, awaiting a red laser beam and a motor to dispense it more readily into her hand.
Davy Crockett she ain't.