Auto faucets

I hate automatic faucets. Most the time, they simply won’t turn on. I wave my hands in front of them, clap like a maniac, genuflect like a Catholic – nothing! I go down the line to other faucets till I find one that works. Then the water is either burning hot (in summer) or icy cold (in the winter). On top of those indignities, the thing stops before all the soap is off my hands. What is this technological piece of crap, to decide when I’ve had enough water? Am I not the better judge of that? Then I go to the auto towel dispenser, and it won’t do anything, either. You’re supposed to wave your hands in front of it, but I normally have to tap, punch, or kick it. Then with my newly sterile hands, I touch the plague-laden door handle to exit the room. What’s the sanitation value of all this, I ask you?