Stalling
You enter the building where you work and head for your regular morning ‘constitutional’ in the first floor bathroom. A sign announces the temporary closure for necessary maintenance. No problem. A quick climb up to the second floor restroom proves fruitful. Having never ventured up here for relief, you note the different arrangement of stalls.
Hmm. Which stall? They are equally clean and stocked with paper. A lot of people are out sick with the flu, so clearly you cannot choose the closest. Everyone’s been in there. You also cannot choose the furthest stalls, because others may use the same rationale. Does everyone go through this process or are you the lone looney in the lavatory?
Which stall do you go for, provided the fecal vandals haven’t made your choice obvious? Bathroom attendants say that the stalls in the middle need their toilet paper replaced sooner, but not by much. Whatever you choose, you are defining yourself, psychologically. Closest stall means you are reckless. Farthest stall means you are paranoid. Middle stall means you are one of the crowd.
Or…you wait until lunch and go at the single stall at the restaurant next door, you persevering procrastinator.