I have ridden the bus to school for years now. Including those years of public school when I rode those excellent yellow ones, and I continued the tradition on to college. Except this was public transportation with fancy seats (none of that vinyl with Kevin Hearts Stacy sharpied onto it) and with grown-ups who are quiet (usually).
I try to be a very good bus member. I don't listen to my iPod too loud (lest anyone can hear my Selena Gomez), and I don't stare overtly. When I sit down, I don't lean my seat too far back, and when I get up, I return it to its upright position.
This is what I intended when I went to go sit down on the ride home.
I waved to one of the regular bus mates, then chose a seat. I noticed that it was too far back and seeing that someone was in the seat behind me I decided to help them out by popping the seat back upright. Only, he was sleeping.
And apparently, his entire body was leaning forward on that really leaned back seat.
Woops.
He made a really angry sound, and I could hear him complain, so I ducked further into my fully upright chair, which was rather too 90 degrees for my taste, but I couldn't fix it now. The man behind me complained a bit more and I could hear him shuffle around. He was a rather large, muscular-looking man.
I peaked around and saw my bus mate frown at me.
Yes. I was scared for my life too. I huddled into the fetal position the entire ride home.
