Are we that Predictable

One late evening, it was around 11 pm, I returned home to find all the lights on. The first thought that came to mind was "I have been cleaned out it seems." Going in further I saw light coming from under the bedroom door and my heart jumped a bit as now the main though in my mind was that I have been neatly robbed for sure.

So I open the door and there sitting on my bed is a woman student of mine from the YWCA where I was giving French language lessons. I kept my composure and asked "how did you manage to enter?" Her reply was "Simple. I deduced that you are not the kind to lumber yourself with keys and stuff so the key would be somewhere around '.

Oh boy said to myself – Am I so predictable – and are we humans so similar?