75% of people on London buses are mean, crazy, or stupid. Typically, passengers sitting on the aisle seat who have chosen to leave the window seat unoccupied will wait to be asked politely by newly boarded travellers whether or not the window seat is free, and, if so, whether or not it would be alright if they could squeeze through to sit down. More often than not, the one sitting on the aisle will gladly collect himself and his bags, stand up, and backpedal a few feet to allow sufficient space for the newcomer to pass, before returning to his coveted aisle seat.
This process, it seems, is preferable to either 1) taking the window seat in the first place, or 2) kindly scooting over whenever a newcomer boards the bus. Why this is the case is beyond me, but I think it has something to do with the (British?) sense of ownership one feels when occupying a space, no matter its extent or significance.
Roughly 24% of London bus passengers are nice, sensible, smart people. They never leave a window seat unoccupied.
That leaves the final 1% of London bus passengers, one of whom I encountered today. I give you the following illustration I made with the little Cyanide and Happiness people. That’s me in the green shirt and this is exactly how the exchange happened, word for word, action for action. I was stunned.

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