Buschronicity II
One has to forgive me for being totally obsessed with things related to bus travels. I spend much of my time sitting on busses travelling to uni or fellow compadres.
1. It is interesting that sitting on the bus brings the worst out of people. They could actually kill for becoming king of a double seat, even if the bus is really crowded and there is two passengers on every double seat except like one where there is only one person sitting. This very lame person is yet planted next to the aisle, head phones on, eyes closed, facing hers or his backpack comfortable seated next to the window. As if the bag needs a seat!? You would actually have to lend over this person and say out loud: Excuse me! Is this seat taken? Obviously it is, but the person has less choice than to move the bag and stand up in order to make the seat available. In slow motion of course.
2. Usually I try to seat myself next to someone that look nice, or preferable seem to smell nice judging by his or hers appearance. I like sitting next to people that look dry. See earlier blog upon the subject. I have a minimum of seconds to judge people by their looks, and you can't risk passing someone that look appropriate for a 2 hours silent company, just because you think there is someone better some seats away since you can not really turn around and go back to the front of the bus.
3. The bus will not arrive earlier or in any better shape by staring in a psychotic manner in its general arriving direction.
1. It is interesting that sitting on the bus brings the worst out of people. They could actually kill for becoming king of a double seat, even if the bus is really crowded and there is two passengers on every double seat except like one where there is only one person sitting. This very lame person is yet planted next to the aisle, head phones on, eyes closed, facing hers or his backpack comfortable seated next to the window. As if the bag needs a seat!? You would actually have to lend over this person and say out loud: Excuse me! Is this seat taken? Obviously it is, but the person has less choice than to move the bag and stand up in order to make the seat available. In slow motion of course.
2. Usually I try to seat myself next to someone that look nice, or preferable seem to smell nice judging by his or hers appearance. I like sitting next to people that look dry. See earlier blog upon the subject. I have a minimum of seconds to judge people by their looks, and you can't risk passing someone that look appropriate for a 2 hours silent company, just because you think there is someone better some seats away since you can not really turn around and go back to the front of the bus.
3. The bus will not arrive earlier or in any better shape by staring in a psychotic manner in its general arriving direction.
posted by Mind the Lacuna at 8:58 AM
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