The folding bus ticket club

Thanks to Andy for bringing this one to my attention today.

When you get on the bus and you get a ticket, do you ever find yourself subconsciously folding up the ticket? It doesn't matter if it's into shapes, planes, parrots or just squares within squares, most people seem to do it. If you do (and I've only found one person who doesn't) then congratulations, you've just been conscripted into the Folding bus ticket club. You haven't got a choice in the matter.

Why do we do this? The folding I mean, not the club. Is it a way to keep the mind occupied under extreme boredom? If so then does that mean that the people who don't fold have less or too much to think about? Is it a deep creative urge that has found one of the most obscure ways of channelling itself into the world? I think it's a bit of everything. But in that case, can we figure out what's going on in the subsconcious mind by the shapes we create? Keep an eye out and let us know if you figure this out.