Bus Drama

I get the bus about twice a day five times a week minimum, and it may not sound like a super amazing all enthralling number there, but when you multiply it by seven years, it puts it in a bit more perspective. The bus has become calming for me now- I'll be sitting at the back with my ipod in, and there'll be nothing else that I want except for this journey to keep going.
It's prime day dreaming time for me.

And I've developed certain bus-rules. Always on the bottom floor, the top floor's more for the super-rebels, the chatty ones.The bottom's more my style. THen you have to leave a seat between you and whoever else there is, and that is just common respectfulness. You have your space, they have theres.
But I have a certain bad habit, see if the raised seats in the middle are taken, then I go to the back where I sit facing backwards in the corner, which sounds fine because you feel like you're all alone on the bus. But then people sit opposite and next to you, and suddenly, you're blocked in.
It's worst if you're blocked in by an old or fat person, because you don't want to hassle the old, and the fat are hard to move past, especially because you don't want them to feel self conscious, so you have to try and make it look like a breeze, when really it's almost olympic like the stuff you have to do.

Bus. Drama. It's starting to stress me out. How did a journey become a challenge, seriuosly?