I realized that my single-user bathroom at work made me walk between the sink and the trashcan as many times as it took to dry my hands.
For no other reason than it had not occurred to me to move the can. So I moved it next to the sink.
Not all of my coworkers were down with the revolution, however, it only takes two serene kicks to put the trash next to the sink. Less effort than walking the length of the bathroom.
This went on for two weeks. Then a coworker came into our common area laughing and asked if one of us was moving the can next to the sink.
I giggled and said I was not making apologies for doing something that made my bathroom experience more pleasant.
My coworker told me I’d been playing move the trashcan with him.
(Apparently, he pulls a pile of napkins from the dispenser and somehow still gets his hands dry; I suspect magic … he should share.)
Well, we found a compromise which doesn’t leave me making laps or annoy his knees or whatever made him prefer a long walk to the can.
Now, if only I could figure out how to use chaos to dissuade the office workers from passing their own bathrooms to Bogart ours. And not piss on our seat.