Public Transport: The Ultimate Crash Course in Personal Space—Spoiler, There’s None

I took a bus today. It was almost spiritual—except for the fact that the air was 90% human sweat, and 10% hope. A man was singing old Bollywood songs like it was a concert, a woman was fighting over a seat like it was her birthright, and I was just trying to make sure my phone didn’t fall into a puddle of humanity. Public transport really is where you learn the true meaning of “personal space”—it doesn’t exist.