I can't take this, I really can't. What is this about now? You took a bus and paid your fee and so did I but somehow, your knee is digging into my bum from behind. What is that about? You really can't say you can't feel it so, why won't you sit properly in the bus?
"Oga, please sit up", I'd say
"Excuse me?" He'd retort.
By now, fight lovers and aprokos are now watching or pretending to be looking ahead though their invisible aproko ears are stretched.
"I said, 'please sit up. Your knees are digging into my bum'"
...and there goes endless expressions from all corners of the bus: The shock, the smile, the quiet chuckle, the boisterous laugh, the head shakes, the rebuke and of course, that embarrassed flush on the face of my bum-harasser as he scurries to sit up as instructed.
There... the balance of the universe has been restored and now I can go back to my struggle against soaking up other people's sweat in peace.
#TalesOfACommuter
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