Although mornings are a slow accretion of people approaching the city, the afternoon train ride is guaranteed to be a bit of a squeeze. On some trains, I'm lucky to get a seat. When I do, it's often in between two others - I'm lucky if I get to sit on a two-seater.
I accept that some people are bigger & take up more space, but when I see someone not gravity challenged still managing to take up more than a reasonable percentage of the seat, I have to join them. Thus, I ended up beside one of those chaps who must get their privates pierced regularly, because they can't bear to put their legs together. I have heard the complaint that guys who try to do so end up with bruised knees, but, seriously, if you only have two positions for your legs - 0degrees apart & 90degrees - then it's time to see a doctor.
This chap, as they all do, gave the impression that he was put out because I wanted almost half (!) of the seat. Generally, I am quite comfortable on an average suburban train seat because I have that special skill of being able to keep my legs together without knocking my knees. It takes practice - in my case years! - but I know that it is physically possible for a male of far-from-slight build to not have to sit with his legs apart.
Of course, such practice also comes with wearing a kilt on weekends, but that's another story.
Perhaps men should just imagine that they are wearing a kilt & someone's grandmother is sitting opposite.
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