Sinking It

The British people are only deceptively middle-of-the-road rationalists; underneath that veil of modernity lays the soul of archaic passion, of aggressive extremes.

“How do you know that?” You ask.

“Show us your evidence!” You demand.

I admire your skepticism.

The answer, dear Watson, is in the common yet underhand sink.

Though the world has long since invented combination faucets, miraculously able to streamline water and adjust its temperature even to the most whimsical of preferences, the British know better. They routinely scoff the idea as if it were another customary attempt to undermine the metric system.

The traditional UK contraption runs with only temperatures G-d fearing citizens need: cold and burn.

Your hands must navigate very quickly between the two and school kids everywhere learn some very important lessons:

Math: proportions of this much cold + that much burn = I might be able to wash my face

History: compromises are never painless procedures

Negotiation: on one hand cold, on the other hand burn

Persistence: two hands will serve one master

Humility: Who really needs to wash up anyway?

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