In fact I probably should have moved over to let you sit in the aisle seat, instead of getting up so that you could take the window seat. On any other day I would have, but I was honestly feeling overheated and cramped already on that bus, and didn't much like the idea of getting more sun and squeezing in opposite Mr. Slouchy Longlegs. Sorry about that! Me: 30 something, exhausted, civil servant. You: Summer-attired young woman with a droll sense of humor.