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Legroom

Our company bus has an uneven distribution of legroom. While the seats at the front are well spaced, the ones at the back are severely lacking in it. Wonder if the makers forgot to use a measuring tape!

While I was lucky enough to get one of the spacious seats today, it was the first of the rear seats that didn't recline (the ones that lack space also don't recline). Well, I was okay with that...until the gentleman seated in front of me decided to recline his seat to the maximum, good enough to almost make me suffocate.

While I've silently suffered like this on a few occasions previously, I refused to suffer anymore due to such inconsiderate people. Thankfully, the gentleman complied.

The morning ride was more torturous. A mobile phone was blaring away some FM at full volume throughout the half-an-hour trip. I was on the verge of having a headache, when mercifully, we reached our destination.

Yesterday's return trip was fun. I took 18 (my former bus) instead of the usual 33. Abhishek and I had a great time catching up with all the things that happened since the last time we were in the bus together (3.5 months back). Praveen was sandwiched between us. We used to keep blabbering all through the trips. I've fallen silent now.

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