Train Life.

I am sitting on the train when an older Asian lady sits down in the seat next to me. At least she tried to sit in the vacant seat next to me, instead I found her occupying most of the right hand side of my body.

I am tempted to stay in the same position and perform a personal medical experiment to see how long it takes for me to completely lose any sensation of my limbs, but decide against it for the embarrassment bound to ensue when it comes time to disembark.

Instead I practically raise her off the seat in the process of extracting my boy from under her, shifting myself even further against the window on my left.

She is now occupying over 3/4 of my seat as well as the entirety of hers (keep in mind she is of a normal size so if my mind wasn't preoccupied with my rapidly decreasing blood circulation I might find this particularly impressive) and my legs are resting awkwardly on top of each other in their competition to evade touching her.

She tilts her head ever so slightly in my direction and a murmur of "thank you" omits from a space that was until seconds earlier occupied by my face.

I'm not sure she experienced the same situation I just did.

Um, "you're welcome?"