the Unexpressed Advantage

Today I was riding on a bus, and in the middle of the bus (sorry this is taking so long to write, my fingers are frozen), there's this accordion section that bends and spins around when the bus is turning or when it goes over bumps. It's like an island in the middle of the bus that's kind of floating there.¹Needless to say, when I can, I like to ride in the accordian-y part of the bus. In the accordion circle, there are two benches, with two seats each. They are facing each other.

Since the students are now gone, there was nobody sitting in any of the seats. So I sat down on the one, and put my feet up on the other across from me.

You know what?

Perfect fit. I never knew that! I really like to sit with my feet up, in just about any situation where it's deemed acceptable. And lately I've been having awkward situations where the footrest is either too far from me, too close to me, has pointy sharp things that bug my legs, or off to one side which makes my torso hurt. I didn't realize it, but when I sat in the bus seats in the accordian section, I was reminded of how nice it is when you're sitting in a good seat with your feet up properly.

This begs the question, "Why is it sometimes deemed unacceptable to sit with your feet up?" Is there really anyone who would prefer to sit with their feet on the floor? I doubt it. I think there should be an option in every situation that involves seats to have your legs up on some kind of footrest or ottoman. How great would that be?

Imagine how much nicer Captain Picard would be if he could have put his feet up on the bridge of the Enterprise; Or how much happier toll booth operators and border patrol people would be if they could put their feet up. Students would do better, more people would come to church, and people driving in Vancouver would probably stop glaring so much.

This basic human rights stuff. We should fight for our dignity more often.

I guess this post went a little long. I'll write about the Spanish thing later.

DK

1. One time, when I had just arrived in Vancouver, I didn't realize how the bus worked, so I was sitting on one of those seats, and I got up to let someone else sit down right as the bus was turning. The seats are dead center of the double-long bus, so the centrifugal force was outrageous, and it threw me into the accordion side-wall and I got stuck in there and I think I almost died. Everyone laughed; it was not a happy day. I learned my lesson though. [ƒ]