Concerning hospitals, of course, choice is not a factor. We do not choose when we are to be born, nor, in most instances, when we are to die.
Airports are another matter.
I was in the departure lounge at the Toronto airport and my destination of choice was Cincinnati. Mindful that a departure lounge is a decidedly unstimulating atmosphere, I had taken care to bring along some reading material. While awaiting my time of departure, I reached into my carry-on bag and withdrew some choice reading. The first premise intrigued me. Stephen Leacock, Montreal's most beloved humorist, exploited this fallacy with great effect.