I don’t understand what bus stops do to people. In the sense that they get a little crazy. They flock like wild beasts of some kind; they grunt equally incoherently; they develop strange techniques for queue skipping..
Worst of all, they forget the basic laws of nature as regards breathing space.
I’m not anti-human-contact in the slightest, quite the opposite, but today a young… gorilla… with a long red beard and army jacket… decided to involve himself in my personal space while we waited at the same bus stop. Bear in mind, there were only four or five others at the stop, the path was not crowded, he had many other options in terms of where to stand. But he decided to stand two inches in front of me.
Initially he had his back to me, so the discomfort was less obvious, except when he decided to take a slug of his drink and needed to throw his head back into my face. Then he turned to watch for oncoming buses, stepping on both of my feet with one of his in the process. I tried to put on my best “increasing frustration bordering on pure rage” face but to no avail, he wasn’t looking. He was too busy scratching himself, though given the proximity he could as easily have been trying to scratch me. It was not pleasant.
The scary thing is that this happens all the time. What is it about leaning against a wall/pillar waiting for a bus stop that makes you invisible to passers-by and fair game for random encroachment on my wellbeing?
Maybe there should be some sort of behavioural code for bus-stop behaviour?? 
