The Shuttle Seating Formulation
Yesterday I tried to manipulate my office crush into sitting next to me on the company shuttle.
I made mental calculations.
There were three women in front of me. Two of them were friends.
A group of three guys stood behind me.
Then, glory of glories, my office crush.
**Who, I suppose I should mention now, is adorable and looks like Harry Potter. He’s so tiny I could crush him in my man-arms.**
I started anticipating seating arrangements, based on my daily shuttle-riding experience. Before anything else, here’s the layout of the shuttle, because I obviously have so much time on my hands.
Assuming that none of them will sit beside the driver, I surmised that the lone girl would sit in the first row (behind the driver). The two girls after her would opt for the second row, because, well, fuck the first row.
Anyway, I decided I would sit in the third row, because then the three guys behind me would want to sit together, so they would choose to sit in the fourth row.
Which leaves my crush.
The last seat on the second row will not be occupied yet, because that’s the jump seat (foldable) and sitting there would be a douche move when there are still two unoccupied seats in the third row.
Which leaves the two seats on the first row, or the two seats on the third row.
As I’ve mentioned, fuck the first row. From experience, I know that a lot of people choose to fill up the third row first. The first row is always the last option.
And it almost worked.
Almost.
The plan worked perfectly at first. The people in line sat as I anticipated. The moment of truth: I was actually stifling my villainous (Paquito Diaz is that you?) laugh as I saw my crush coming towards me.
Mu-ha-ha-
He chose the solo seat on the third row and some bimbo ended up sitting between us.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
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