Little Voices

I can still hear the tiny voice inside my head early this afternoon:

EJ, this is a public restroom in a gigantic, impersonal hospital. Do not set your briefcase down along the wall here by the paper towel dispenser. Your meds are in here, including one controlled ADHD drug that is going to be a pain in the neck to replace. Your orientation folder is also in here - and remember, they only gave that to you an hour ago. Do you really want to make the humiliating march back to HR for another one?

But there was also a second voice:

Nah! No worries. Set the bag down. You're going into a stall a mere fifteen feet away! And you'll only be a minute. And really, who would have the nerve to...?

I'll let you guess which voice was more persuasive.