I sat next to a man on the bus who was taking up almost all of my legroom with his excessive manspreading. He wasn’t tall or large. He didn’t have bags. He didn’t need the legroom. He was just inconsiderate.
I wasn’t having it.
I sat with my feet flat on the floor in the centre of my seat, as opposed to squeezing into one side. This meant my calf was against his, but too bad. He was staring out of the window for some time. I’m not sure if he was just daydreaming or trying to ignore me, but eventually he came to, realised my leg was against his, and moved his leg hastily back into his own legroom. He looked at me, visibly shaken.
Shocking, isn’t it, that a woman should want to sit comfortably on a bus.