"who's been sitting in my seat?" grumbled the bear {me}

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The working week {which for me is Monday to Thursday} is very particular with regards the morning routine I like to indulge in. The cats get fed whilst my oat bran porridge is waving in the micro, and I always eat my breakfast whilst sitting on the stairs. The cats know my routine inside out and always beat me to the bathroom when I get out of bed. Part of this routine includes getting the bus. Now, I have no idea if this is an autistic trait, an OCD trait or simply my introvertedness coming to the fore, but I always sit on the same seat. Usually there is no issue with this as the bus starts its route in my little town, but occasionally some idiot comes along and completely wrecks my day. They sit in my seat. I go through a range of emotions when this happens. Irrational panic becomes irrational anger, which then becomes irrational worry, before becoming irrational anger again. "I'm not near the bell!" "How will I squeeze through all the commuters?!" "Why did she sit in my seat, the crazy cow?!" This morning a young lady was sitting in my seat. Halfway along the route she decided she was going to sit further down the bus after all. Thanks, bus seat stealer! Tomorrow my routine will have to be all skew-whiffy; I shall be leaving five minutes earlier so she can't steal my seat again. Humpf.