The situation is thus. The temperature is 30 degrees. I have to get home, you have to get home. We are stuck on a very crowded bus in heavy traffic, due to some vacant roadworks. I agree that this is not a situation necessarily worthy of rage.
But everyone here is sweating buckets. The air is so thick with sweat and heat that we would do better with gills than lungs. There is no air conditioning, save for what air comes in through the windows. and so it happens, there is one right next to you. closed. shut.
YOU can do something to amend this situation. YOU could easily reach up and open the window, and give us all some respite from this heat. But no.
You just sit there.
So when I reach over you to open the damn window, know that the accidental encroachment of my crotch into your personal space is absolutely justified. Smell it. SMELL IT !
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