Bus Switch

An interesting observation on human psychology or maybe sociology or maybe living anthropology, or at least something.

It is interesting how we seem to fall into routines. The bus commute is no different. All of tend to park in the same parking space at the park and ride. We all seem to have are assigned seats on the bus. Some people talk in the morning, some only in the afternoon. Other, like me, always talk.

The routine became so apparent this past Tuesday on the way home. For some reason we had to switch buses at the T’s Garage. We all unloaded, walked to the next bus and sat in the exact same seats in the next bus.

I cheerfully noted on the way in “Everybody go to their assigned seats” to the laughter of the rest of the bus.

We are creatures of habits.