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”Upstairs at the front is good, it's the diesel-powered mass transportation version of flying through the streets.”
Yeah, that’s my choice if available (either side is good) but if not, and it usually isn’t, I tend to go for somewhere in the middle but always on the left hand side for no real reason, it just feels better. Or at least, it did, except that I’ve realized that most of the London buses have their heaters on the left and, in a shocking and unexplained act of wastefulness, they have them on constantly even in summer which means that if I satisfy my lefty compulsion I get broiled to death so I’m trying to overcome it.
”Anyone who deliberately and selfishly sits in an aisle seat and leaves the other empty, because they just can't bear the thought of someone sitting next to them, or better still puts their shopping bags on the seat rather than on the floor, is no better than a woodlouse in my eyes.”
I hear you – but conversely (is it?) I don’t like people who sit next to you and make you squash up when there are plenty of empty double seats they could take meaning that you would both have plenty of room. Also, if a seat becomes available you should move to allow your neighbour maximum space (although this can be tricky as it may be interpreted as a suggestion that they smell or something). Once I was on a busy bus, squashed in by some massive bloke for the majority of a long journey, I buried my head in the paper and lost track of what was going on but always aware of the constant pressure on my left thigh – I finally raised my head and discovered that the whole bus had emptied except for me and this one guy who had inexplicably remained sitting next to me. That is wrong. |
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