cheesequake rest stop

One day, on the way to Atlantic City and the Borgata poker room, I stopped at the Cheesequake rest stop on the Garden State Parkway in New Jersey to drain the gecco.  As I was washing my hands I noticed two elderly guys struggling to work those damned automatic paper towel dispensers that never work regardless of the amount of "motion" one waves in front of them.  Here's the ensuing conversation.  'Sam remember what they told us to do in the war to sanitize our hands?'  'No I don't Harry, what?' 'To pee on our hands.' the old codger replied.  'Are you kidding?' Sam says, 'I just spent twenty minutes trying to jump start my prostate gland and you want me to pee on my hands!'