Who takes the last-minute task

You know the feeling. The meeting is over, but one small, annoying thing is still hanging there. Everyone is quiet, looking at the table or their notes, waiting for someone else to speak up first.

The quiet after the meeting

It’s that weird space where the big decisions are made, but the leftover action feels heavy. You can almost hear the collective sigh, the mental calculation of who has the least on their plate. Or who might mind the least.Someone clears their throat. Another person shifts in their chair. It’s a tiny standoff, but it takes up so much room in your head. You’re weighing your own capacity against the silence, against the group’s expectation.

Letting the wheel decide

That’s when someone suggests the wheel. It feels almost silly, but also like a release. You’re not choosing. The group isn’t choosing. It’s just… chance.You type in the names. There’s a brief, shared pause as the cursor hovers over the spin button. It’s a moment of collective surrender. You’re all agreeing to let go of the negotiation, the guilt, the overthinking.The wheel spins. For a second, it’s just color and motion. Then it stops. And it’s done.

The weight that lifts

There’s no debate. No second-guessing. The task has an owner, and the mental space it occupied is suddenly, strangely empty.

Moving on

You close the laptop. The group starts to pack up. The conversation shifts to what’s for lunch, or the weekend. The decision is behind you, and it feels light.