This morning, I was sitting next to a woman in a big, puffy coat whose bus reading pose also included her elbow sticking out halfway into the seat next to her, so I’m sure part of me was hanging off my seat into the aisle, but I was still surprised when I found a woman standing in the aisle pressed against me. She boarded the bus and stopped right beside me, which was fine, and then she backed up into me to let someone pass, which was fine, but then she stayed backed up.
There was no one on the other side of her, and in fact, there was no one else in the aisle with her at all, so she had all of this room not usually found in New York City, and yet she leaned her whole side against my shoulder. And then she moved and leaned her belly against me. And then she moved and leaned her back against me. This wasn’t casual, accidental touching but full-on intimate bodily contact that lasted several stops.
Read the rest here! (Not because I’m a total jerk but because I get paid based on my views there.) (Not that I’m not a total jerk.)
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I’d be like, “Hey lady, I am NOT a backrest!”
OK, in actuality, I’d probably just start up with a wracking, hacking cough, brought up from my shoetops. That’ll buy you some space.
Also a fan of the coughing technique!
Maybe she’s in the early stages of the development of a case of Frotteurism????
Public touching! Ew!
When I clicked the link to go to Examiner, an add full of border collies came up. It’s like it KNOWS me.
I almost couldn’t finish reading it I cringed so badly. Every time I start to have big city dreams, I stumble upon something like this. And I am thankful for my solo morning commute.
And I’m glad Jessica R. got border collies… I got some rapper lady in a fur coat humping a coach.
PS. I just went on a social media stalking rampage. I’m so sorry.
And… she didn’t even offer to buy you lunch first or anything?!
:)
SO. GROSS.
I know what you mean about the “human contact” thing, though. When I first moved back to Shreveport was the most faithful I have ever been about getting manicures, in part because I was guaranteed to have someone hold my hand and talk to me (albeit in Vietnamese) for half an hour every week.
Haha! She was probably just a jerk, I would have elbowed her in the most passive aggressive way possible.
I’m so ADD that when I began reading the comments I had to click back to the Examiner to see what ad would pop up…boring Hilton Honors banner ad. We’re a Hilton points family through and through. As for the unwelcome intimacy, I hate all of these public space situations where people have such different measures of acceptable distance. My personal pet peeve is going to a movie theater or public venue when you have to negotiate armrest space with your neighbor. I usually yield but sometimes when they’re so outrageous and the stranger’s elbow is poking my ribs I feel the urge to push the person’s arm out from under the armrest and declare victory. But I don’t.