Sometimes, when I am in the restroom at work with a stressed out Type A person, I like to stand at the sink next to them. And while they wash their hands with rapid efficiency, I like to play around in the stream of water, splashing it around with my fingers, and maybe singing a little la-la song. The looks they give me amuse me. I only do this when I am stuck at the right hand sink, which emits water with the intensity of a small watering can, so it really is more like playing in water rather than washing your hands.
