Recently at work, my coworker and I had a good laugh.
I was standing right in front of her cabinet, and as she went to reach for it, I jumped back (yes.. as in actually jumping back). She laughed and said, that she would have opened the door, not realizing I was there. I laughed and told her I had two choice: either move, or get banged in the legs.
This started a whole line of "I have two choices".
I can either wait for her to move so I could enter the money or I could just stand there.
She can either move so I can put the money in, or she will have to do it later.
I can either move now, or wind up with a bruise.
This got me to thinking about choices, and how there are always at least two.
What two choices do you face every day?
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