Three seats. Three strangers. Only two sit down.
There's always that instance on a public bus or trolley where there is a spot on a three seater bench open, but it's always in the middle because no one ever wants to sit next to a stranger. So, you, as you enter the bus, choose to stand instead. You'd much rather stand than sit next to some strange person you don't know. And the beautiful thing is, they can't make you sit down if you don't want to.
...and in this instance, a man just sat next to me, in the middle of the three seater.
Go figure.
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Written from the rightmost seat of a three seater bench on the trolley in UVA.
Much love,
~Viiiiiiiiiicki
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