Time's a Pretzel

What if time isn't the straight line that we think of it as?

It was Friday, we do most of our laundry on Saturday and Sunday so the hamper was full and there were some clothes on the floor by it. I was going to toss a dirty shirt into the laundry room. I pulled back my arm then hesitated, which was odd.
Why did I hesitate? It didn't matter if the shirt landed on the hamper or in the floor but I had an unusual hesitation anyway. So I threw the shirt. It landed exactly halfway in between with part of it on the hamper and part of it on the pile of clothes in the floor.
Then I had a deep thought. What if the outcome influences our decision? 99 times out of 100 (at least) I would not have hesitated when tossing the shirt and also 99 times out of 100 it would have either landed on top of the hamper or on the floor, not in between.
Maybe time is shaped more like a pretzel than a pretzel stick.