Seems like I'm not the only one who suffers from the Auto Pilot syndrome. I climbed into the car with Ernst a little earlier to go hunt for some lunch. The idea was to go to a Woolies near by and get something to eat.
But without realizing it, we ended up at the Waterfront. Ernst asked in astonishment "Dude, did we just drive to the Waterfront?"
The Waterfront isn't too far away, but it certainly isn't the closest to our office either. I think because we got so caught up chatting, his reflexes kicked in and Ernst's subconscious navigated us to the place where he was most used to - like a homing pigeon heading home for the summer.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
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