Tangential Ramblings

This evening, I sat on a left-hand aisle seat on the upper deck of a crowded, homeward-bound 87 bus. The lady in the window seat next to me had something bulky in her right coat pocket (a George Costanza-style wallet/purse, I'd wager), which was preventing my not-overly-sizeable arse from sitting comfortably. I shuffled a little, trying to sidle far enough over to allow fellow passengers to pass down the aisle, while trying not to offend her too much despite her encroachment into "my" space. (Not MySpace, I hasten to add.) She rose in a huff. I rose in response, moving back down the aisle to let her out towards the steps and off the bus. I didn't detect that her intent was to move further towards the back of the bus to find a smaller-arsed person to sit next to. Daft wench.