It has been established in, “Invading the body bubble” when we do not welcome people to sit with us in our rather cramped quarters but on a nearly full bus everything previously mentioned goes out the window. That’s right, when there are two or three seats left on a bus and another person joins the commute they must choose a seat. They look around at their options, consider factors important to them when choosing their seat mate, could be based on anything from good looks to who is least likely to start having a conversation with themselves. All of us, in our half empty seats, watch them in anticipation, will this person choose me? Will they choose the lady in the big hat wearing too much perfume? If they choose her over me I am going to be very insulted, they had better choose me! Ohhh they chose the oblivious boy near the door, was it something I did? The lady in the big hat and I will look at one another as if to validate that we did our best, it was probably just about being close to an exit….right?
Riding the bus can be a cruel popularity contest, that is, until you win! That’s right, there is another stop but minutes ahead, another opportunity to be chosen and I’ll do better next time.
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