Synchronized Saturday

One of the plus points of my job on a weekday is that I don't start till 10am. That's just about the right time for me. Any earlier is too early.

On a Saturday however I start at 6am. That is far too early for any sort of sense to be made. I shouldn't complain, the Saturday shift pays for my rent every month.

During the winter it's a right scunner. It's dark, it's depressing and you feel like you are the only person in the whole world awake. Now that the mornings are lighter it's quite nice getting up early and making the most of the day.

As I was driving in this morning, I was thinking how it's amazing that I see the same things and the same people in the same places at the same time every Saturday on my way into work.

I live under a flight path and as I make my way out to the car on a Saturday morning without fail the plane pictured above passes over my head. I think it's the early morning flight to London.

I drive as far as the first roundabout and I always meet the same bus. The number 2.

After I've turned right I drive down the road and I pass the same female jogging into her work. I wonder if she spots the little blue car that passes by her every Saturday morning? Probably not.

There's always the man in the the high visibility yellow jacket riding his bike. He's very unstable on it. You've got to watch out for him. Just as well he's wearing that jacket.

Finally, just before the big roundabout, another bus always pulls out in front of me slowing my final leg of the journey into work down.

All that happens in the same order, at the same place, every Saturday morning. If more than one of the above events doesn't happen, I know I'm running late and the whole day will be out of sync.