Space in the Metro

I couldn’t help it.  I couldn’t stop giggling.  I mean really giggling.  The ladies’ section in the Metro is usually less crowded than the men’s.  A couple of ladies were standing because the opposite bench was mostly full--only a small child could have sat down.  At the next station, a woman, the size of two, sat herself in that space.  The ladies rearranged.  No one verbally complained, although contempt could be seen on many faces.  She was literally sitting on the laps of two women and chatting on her mobile.  Space takes on a very different meaning here in a country with a billion people.  Where there’s a will, there’s room. 

I quit giggling when I was the one sat upon two days later.