CLV: Bus Ride Confidential

A funny thing happened to me on my bus ride to work this morning.

I was rereading Plato's Republic (untouched since first year; I am 84th on hold at the library for The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest so am making due with the books I already own), predictably got very sleepy, and was about to move my bookmark from the back of the book to my current page, when the bookmark fluttered onto the upper thigh of the guy sitting to my right.

In my head: panic and a slow motion "Noooooooo!!!!"
From my lips: a whispered "I'm sorry!"
Guy's response: "That's okay." (No movement. He doesn't return my bookmark.)

So I cautiously reached over and plucked the bookmark from his upper thigh.

I am so glad that it didn't land higher or on a more central location on his body. Drawkwa!*

*Spell "drawkwa" backwards and you will get the Damelvian form of a word that best defines my interactions with the opposite gender. Or my general social demeanour when not in the company of my friends.