Bus-tled

In New York, the good majority of the working class take public transportation to and from work and/or recreational activities. Because of the extreme variety of types of persons, you will never be able to gauge who, at any given moment, will sit next to you on the train or bus.

Have you ever been on the bus, sitting in one of those double seats in the back, and then, all of a sudden...the entire bus shifts forward. You hear metal creaking, the people standing in the aisle ahead of you lean in towards the windows...
And then you see it out of the corner of your eye: The Big Girl.
This isn't a normal big girl. Big girls can be tastefully dressed in appropriately fitted clothing. They can walk around in shoes that don't cause the back of their heels to touch the bare ground. There don't need to be greasy potato chip crumbs on their tank top or the tattooed, bulging flesh teeming out of the top of said tank top. 
But no.
This big girl, coral acrylic nails and all, had to be THAT big girl.
And, yes. She was eyeballing the empty seat directly next to mine.
It was like a bad western film. I glanced at her, she glanced at me, we both glanced at the empty seat beside me. We paused. All surveyors held their breath.
She took one creaky, unsure step forward and I recoiled as far as possible into the back corner of my seat. She rotated, grabbed the pole for balance and positioned her...uhm...'full' back side in line with the frame of the seat and hovered for a moment as the world waited. And then.....

The release of pressure for her as she sat down must have been the sweetest joy next to an orgasm but what she gained was taken directly from my own comfort. I cringed as my hip bone hit the hard, plastic side of the seat as her thigh rippled against me. But alas, I was not so bothered by the pain in my side as I was completely grossed out by the fact that her arm was touching mine.
If there is anything I CANNOT stand, it is hot, sweaty skin to skin contact.
The bad kind.
It is summer. In New York. You are a stranger with potato chip crumbs on your boob. I do not know where your arm has been.
Needless to say, I scrubbed my flesh as soon as I got into my house.