This story is courtesy of Dave.
Imagine you’re in Kansas City, and you need to get home to D.C.
All you have is a Peter Pan voucher for any bus trip you like, and $10 in cash.
You go to the station and notice there are two buses that will be leaving in 2 hours. One goes to D.C., the other goes to Chicago.
In the meanwhile, you’re hungry, so you go into the station diner to get a bite.
At one table there’s a man in an immaculate Peter Pan driver’s uniform. His pants are clean and pressed. His shirt is unwrinkled, and you wish you could tie a tie that well. He’s engaged in polite conversation with a diverse group of interesting, smiling people. His table manners are impeccable, and his hair is perfect.
While you’re admiring this fellow, you hear some cursing from another table. You turn to see a scruffy looking rapscallion in the tattered remnants of a uniform. He’s speaking roughly to some poor young woman. You happen to notice that he’s also tweeting some inappropriate comments about his enemies.
You stand there and wonder, which bus should I take?
If, as the story says, I need to get home to DC, I believe I would take the bus that goes to DC.
Yeah, I would probably just take the bus that goes to DC.