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When the bus company first started running this bus three or so years ago it was practically empty. Well, at least from where I get on, which is the very first stop. It was always busy from the Quaint Little Very Historic Market Town which is halfway between Here and There. Gradually more and more folk have started to use it. It has free weefee {when it works}, posh leather seats and air conditioning. And it gets to There quicker than the next two early morning buses. A handful of us have been regulars since the beginning and we always sit {or used to sit} in the same seats. They are our seats and deserve big flashing neon signs with our names. Other people come and go. Some stay just a day. Others manage a few weeks. One or two become regulars. It is the non-regular folk who are the problem. *sigh* For years that seat was my seat. It had a bell and was near the front so I had no need to fight my way through oodles of passengers when I got off. Unknown people would sometimes sit in it, but I forgave them their silliness, for how were they to know? And then Quiet Man stole it. He beat me to the stop every day. The seat on the other side became my seat. Now Man with Stick has stolen Quiet Man's seat. Quiet Man is in my seat {so rude!}. So I moved to a seat slightly further back. This continued for over a week. A week is long enough to claim a seat as yours, no? But today even that seat has been claimed by two young folk who have only been getting the bus for two days. And I've had to move across to the other side, which means I'm now the rude one who's stolen another regular passenger's seat. I think he's glaring at me now. Honestly, at this rate I'm going to be sitting at the back of the bluddy bus! That's my rant over. Enjoy your day!