Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Personal Space

Now, I’m personally a fan of public transport, probably the Oyster Card invention makes it slightly more user-friendly, it is one of the better systems I’ve seen in operation, Sean would agree with me, but it does have its downside, as do most things.

Now this won’t be anything new, this is something that I’m sure has been written and ranted about countless times for years and years, but here goes.. I personally cannot stand when a man sits next to me on the bus and insists on sitting with his legs widespread and his shoulders square. It often means I get, either, backed into a corner, or squashed against the glass. When men sit side by side, even though I think it’s some sort of man-law that they should never do such a thing, I’m sure they don’t sit with their legs widespread, one of them has to compromise surely? This is why I can’t understand why they’d do it to women.

Clearly, I had an uncomfortable journey on the bus this morning and need to vent but while I was on the bus, thinking how I wish this man hadn’t sat down next to me and hoping he’d get off on the next stop, I also thought of something else.

“Surely women don’t do this? Whenever I sit down on the bus, I sit slightly more to my side giving the other person room so they’re not squashed up against the glass, and normally if I sit next to a woman, she moves slightly to her side to give me room if I need it, it’s almost like an unwritten and certainly unspoken rule. Plus, women always apologise if they overstep the boundary of personal space…”

Then my memory hit me. A lady I grew quite fond of a few months ago was travelling on a London bus, and sitting on a seat, which was clearly only big enough for one person, maybe two kids at a push when a slightly larger woman sat down besides her. Squashing her up against the glass, practically sitting on her lap, needless to say she wasn’t happy at all. As soon as she got off the bus, she started bitching about this woman and screaming at the bus that was already driving off. Now I hate to say it, but that memory put a smile on my face this morning, and reminded me that women can be as courteous as men sometimes.

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