It never takes long for one man to crack.

Out of a group of twenty (the size of the average control group), there is always one that will stand up and… well, not “Take it anymore!!!”

I find it interesting to see in what manner the first one goes. As I stand behind the one-way glass, clipboard in hand, I normally tap my pencil thoughtfully against my lips as I scan the seated men.

The room in which they’re seated is rectangular and off white, contains twenty metal folding chairs and two long, cheap conference tables. There is no clock, one brown door, a center piece that is a faded and worn Snoopy plush toy, and a hidden speaker.

It’s the speaker that’s the true cause behind the experiment. Randomly, within a twenty second period, the plop of a small water drop echoes into the crowded room.

It drives men crazy.

Seriously, women have been known to resist the sound – hell, in most cases completely ignore it – but men…

They’re the uneasy ones.

Ah! There goes number 18. I won the office poll.