The Night Bus

As far as night buses go this trip wasn't so bad. I did manage to get a few minutes sleep and the local fella I was sitting next to (after almost a fight to sit next to me broke out and he drew the short straw) was ok...Well...Kind of.
I happened to get the tallest man this side of South East Asia sitting beside me. He was all very gentlemanly when he found out he had to sit next to a Farang. He only pouted for the first hour. Went the lights went out, he even switched the overhead on for me so I could read. When the lights really went out and I was bunkering in for my usual painful sleeping positions, things started to go a little south. Lanky Man limbs started to fail him and he spread like butter on hot toast. Each time I moved a centimeter his body took up the space. Until one point I was smeared up against the window and he was all comfortably snoring. I even had to practically lay on top of him to extract myself from my seat to go to the toilet. After our first stop I decided to claim my space and use all my girth to take up every available inch. This is where we started the fight for dominance of the arm space. Were arms going to lay on top of the others or pleasantly beside? Well after a few stubborn bout of gentle pushing he got the picture that no way was I going to let him win. All settled rubberman and I settled into a companionable slumber,with all limbs,belonging to each person,in each persons own space.