A Moment of Indecision

So, I had to go into Ogden to take a drug test for my BSN clinical. As any of you who have donated urine know, there are very rigid protocols for how this sort of thing works so that the possibility of tampering is minimized. I was ushered into a small room and the Receiver of Urine (RU) placed two specimen cups, sealed with plastic and identical in every visible way, before me on the desk. She then instructed me to pick one.

Some of you may be aware of my problems choosing between equally enticing alternatives. I stood there, eyes moving back and forth between the cups, my hand moving slowly right and left, for a good five seconds before I asked, "Can't you pick one for me?" The prospect of choosing either the right or left cup, and the creation of the asymmetry which would result, was too much for me to face. I had to pick either both or neither, which clearly wasn't going to be an option, and the RU was going to be no help at all. Talk about a Sophie's choice! In the end I asked the RU to add a third cup to the table, following which I immediately chose the center cup with a sigh of relief.

Also, OCD has to impair function in order to qualify for official diagnosis.