This morning I went out of my way to pick up a little scrap of a plastic wrapper to throw it away. I pulled out the trash drawer and tossed it in, only to have it change direction mid-air and float off in another direction under the cabinets. I reacted by closing the trash drawer, leaving it there, and walking away. Apparently my instinct was to pick up the trash and make things tidy, but my threshold for how much effort I was willing to put into the task was exactly that required for throwing it away once. Twice? Nuh-uh, no way.
Once I realized how strange that seemed a couple seconds later, I walked back, picked it up, and placed it directly into the trash. But I wasn't happy about all that effort.