You are not entitled to special bus seating Mr. Hungry Hippo. Bussing it to work on a rather leisurely late morning. Bus is pretty empty. I sit in the front where there are 3 seats... one for me and one for my briefcase and backpack. Will gladly move for an elderly person or someone with a child or a wheelchair.  And then comes Mr. Walrus. Short with dirty hair dirty fingernails and a 60" gut. The other side of the front has the seat raised as someone with a stroller or wheelchair must have been there. He stands. He waits. I know what he wants. I look his way to see if he has the courage.  "Excuse me can I have that seat?" I answer: "Why don't you just sit there?" Of course walruses have excuses prepared ahead of time... recognize he is breathing heavy now.  "I don't know how to lower it."  "Easy. Press the red button and it will release the seat."  "Thanks." Fat fuck was bursting into the rails even with two seats. Too fat to walk to the back. Fuck him.