Where's Ashton, am I being Punk'd?

Why is it that every time I'm in the bathroom I feel like Ashton is going to pop out of a stall with a camera crew and tell me I've been Punk'd.

The hands free everything, never work. I feel like Vanna White waving my arms around the restroom. God forbid someone walks in on me doing the Macarena trying to get the faucet to turn on.

Something even more annoying is when you get the soap dispenser to finally work then you have to play Russian roulette with the sinks to see which one will work for you.

Anyway, if you meet me in person, reach in for the hug. Who knows if I was able to wash my hands?