Impossible Choice

I don’t let other people make my choices. I look at all the facts, then choose. So why can’t I do that now?

I am faced with a conundrum wrapped in an enigma. Naturally, I could just walk away, meaning I’ve chosen not to choose. No, I will decide.

A male voice calls out, “Hey buddy, just choose one. I'm late!”

I thrust my arm forward. Right Twix or Left, I can’t choose. I grab a Three Musketeers bar. No wait, that’s wrong too. D’Artagnan was a Musketeer, so it should be Four Musketeers.