Now imagine that on this day you are getting on the bus behind a woman about your age who you have never seen before. She is going to the same bus as you. At first you don't think anything of it, other people are allowed to ride the bus too. But then you start to realize she is walking right towards your seat. Beethoven's 5th symphony begins playing in your head as you watch her sit in your bus seat. Then you begin having flash backs of college classrooms in which you attended class every single day and you had found the perfect seat with a good view of all your classmates as well as an unobstructed view of the teacher and the board. Then comes the day of the final exam and some kid who hasn't been in class in weeks, and therefore has not witnessed the possessiveness with which you proudly claim your desk, is smugly sitting on your throne of learning. You stand there stunned momentarily paralyzed with the realization that for the most important day if class you will not get to sit in your highly coveted, optimal learning seat.
And so I stood there on the bus at precisely 7:26am momentarily stunned as my morning routine came crashing down around me. "You are sitting in my seat! Don't you know that seat is MINE?!?" After a couple of long panic filled seconds I begrudgingly sat across the aisle silently judging her for completely ruining my morning routine.
I've learned to have 2 or 3 fave seats (they depend on the bus too) just in case that happens,
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