An inebriated young man got on the bus and sat next to me, despite there being plenty of empty seats. As the journey continued he gradually eased further into my personal space. Eventually I was forced to speak up.
Me: Do you want to stop leaning on me please?
Him: I've had a shit night. I really need some human contact.
Me: What?
Him: And you kind of look like my mum.
Me: O-kaaaay. I'm going to go sit over there.
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