Twinge

I feel a small twinge of perverse satisfaction when I screw with the Korean system. I just sat down on the bus next to a man who is older than me. I sat fully down, rather than half sitting on the edge of the seat. As a result, he had to *gasp* actually close his thighs and sit like a normal person. I can feel his displeasure and I do not care. It's six in the evening, dude. You don't get two seats to yourself, even if you are a middle-aged man.