Today, I realized that I’ve really become part of a corporate routine. I was out of my office by 5pm and had reached the expressway by about 5:05. Same as every day. And then in the next lane over, there it was again. The silver Nissan Cube. The same unique car that I see on a regular basis at the exact same time in the exact same place. Did I mention that I live in OKC and this isn’t a coworker? You’d think this would be a coincidence to always see the same obscure car in a big city full of strangers. But that’s the funny thing about routine.

I’ve come to such an 8 to 5 routine that I’ve actually started to recognize the cars of my fellow commuters.