I did learn something about myself today: I like routine.
I wake up at a certain time. I like to go to be at a certain time. I like to eat my lunch at a certain time. I like routine. But even in this wonderful rhythm, I find that I can get bored.
So, every once and a while, I like to mix things up a bit just to spice up my life. For instance, I got off the #10 bus tonight at Illinois and Ohio instead of Pennsylvania and Ohio. I thought I would catch the Carmel Express at its last stop, instead of its first.
I waited at the 5/3 Bank as the Fishers’ Express picked up its passengers. I patiently allowed the Greenwood Express to board its travelers a few minutes later. As the third bus approached the stop, I pulled out my ticket, handed it to the new driver, and climbed aboard. I found my seat and pulled out my laptop and started typing.
The driver took an unusual route home but I assumed he was avoiding traffic on Illinois. I became suspicious when we pulled onto I-70 and headed north. I removed my headphones from my years and tapped the shoulder of the woman in front of me.
“Excuse me. What bus are we on?”
That’s right. Fishers’ buses seem to run more frequently than the Carmel buses. So I didn’t make it to Carmel. I off-loaded in Fishers. My wife drove from Noblesville to pick me up and drive me back to Carmel to collect my car and then we drove home separately. It was a great evening.
So, just a lesson for you all. Stick with the routine. It is safer in the long run.