Quiet victory on the bus. During my commute home yesterday afternoon, my usual seat in the back of the bus was taken. I sat a couple rows forward next to a vacant seat, but not for long.     Precious Senior got on the bus at the next stop and took the window seat next to me. I never sit next to the left windows because of the sun at that hour. So Precious is sitting there with her O magazine and tote bags. One stop later the passenger behind me left so I moved back and was now seated alone.     Next stop, lean young college student gets on and sits next to me. No seat overlap, and I don’t manspread.  Now the fun begins. Next stop, Fat Albert’s fatter uncle gets on, the bus sags, and he shambles toward the back of the bus. There is only one seat left, next to Precious. Now he faces the choice of standing for the rest of the ride across the bridge, or sitting next to Precious.  I’m sure it was his knees which made him wedge himself into the seat. Now he is a good 9 or 10 inches into the aisle, obviously very uncomfortable. I laughed internally for the next 15 miles.