I’ve grown fond of the middle, tall seats on the 312… the ones that face the center of the bus.
But one has to be ready… they may be nearly full. Landing one’s very much NOT svelte arse into a tiny-ish space between two grown people, isn’t always as smooth as one would like.
It is essential to already have your backpack dangling from one shoulder…
It becomes like a flawless, well-rehearsed dance move… enter backwards, backpack, (gracefully-ish) flies off… rear-end effortlessly falls right in.
Praying to Gawd no one is actually watching you do this…. that would just ruin it.
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