Aisle and Window

I'm on an aisle seat of a bus at 5.28pm and we all know it's blazing hot. The bus is equipped with air-con so it shouldn't be so bad but oh, it is so hot! There are two air-con vents (thank you Jon!) for every two seats right? But Ms. Window Seater has kindly adjusted both directly at her face and rest of body. Good thinking! I'm thinking, 'That's cool...' *laughs at my own joke*

I look around me and all window seaters are hogging both. I see their hairs dancing to the rhythm of the cool air that caresses them while mine sits in the humid still air. I'm hoping some cool air would bounce off her to me but unfortunately it doesn't work that way. 

I sit up for as little contact with my seat as possible, so less heat is generated, and skew slightly towards her in the most non-awkward way possible. I'm thinking, 'Cool air, caress me! Take my body!' but nothing. I now accept my fate and bask in the glorious heat as it squeezes every drop of water it can from my already dehydrated body. Lovely.

Here's a self-reminder to consider poor aisler whenever I'm the windower.