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Oh, I didn't realise I am your own personal - perhaps a tad squidgy following the Christmas stuffing of face - leaning post. It's an awkward position to be in. I'm minding my own business, enjoying my own little bubble of personal space which includes me, my thoughts and my mobile phone games. I'm ignoring the folk getting on the bus; it's too early for talk, small or otherwise. The bus fills up. Passengers continue to get on, but very few get off. Seats disappear under the weight of bottoms, bulky coats and aimless chatter. Move to the back! shouts the driver to those who now have to stand. Standing room begins to become non-existent. A woman gets on the bus. She has the audacity to lean against me. It's vaguely comforting, but still annoyingly frustrating. Why must I be mistaken for a pole to lean against? I'm not even skinny like a pole! Should I fidget so that she becomes aware? Do I stop breathing so that she doesn't become aware? What do I do?! In the end this question became redundant. As I began to formulate this post in my head, she suddenly realised that she was leaning on me. I'm so sorry! she gushed. I just smiled, or scowled. I'm unsure which. *grin*