Friday, July 9, 2010

Comfort zone... (read rest room)

Regular day at office. Regular bottle of water on my table. And the regular reason for the rest room visit. But, today I noticed something. I always use the same stall in the rest room. Always. And I feel bad when someone beats me to it and I have to use another stall. Strange? Or too much information you did not need to know?

I guess everyone has one such comfort zone in life. Places, food, chairs, parking spots, order of the 'Tabs' on your browser, you name it. And, somehow my preference does not seem strange anymore.