Tea and Cakes

I get the same bus each day. It gets me to work roughly on time, which is close enough for me. Today it took an hour and a half to get to my desk though, which is a bit much by anyone’s standards.
Anyway, I get on at the first stop, and I’m usually waiting there when the bus pulls up. I great the driver with a cheery ‘Good morning’, pay my fare, and head up to my usual seat. Top floor, right at the front on the left hand side.
And this is the thing. I was running a bit late this morning, so had to rush for the bus - and there was someone sitting in my seat. The cheek of it!
I was initially annoyed, but as I took another seat further back I realised it was a GOOD THING. See, I’ve been getting a bit worried about this whole usual seat thing. Surely it’s not healthy to always sit in the same place and spurn all the other seats. Now, I know that I could have tested it in a normal way, by sitting somewhere else through choice, but I haven’t been able to do that. Which is what was worrying me. But this morning I had to sit in another seat, and did so without freaking out and waiting for the next bus.

Change. I can do it. I’m one step further away from becoming crazy cat lady.