It must be awful to have long legs, and especially on trains, where there is nowhere to put them and nothing you can do but spread those legs to their fullest extent and ram them into the person sitting next to you. It must be so uncomfortable to have your hot sweaty thighs pressed against someone else.
It's the sort of thing that would make you embarrassed so that you open up your big broadsheet newspaper and try to cover up your legs, even if that does mean intruding right over your neighbour's lap and jabbing them in the ribs with your elbows every time you turn a page.
And imagine how awkward it is when someone insists on trying to get off the train and wants you to move your legs out of their way.
I'm so glad that I don't have long legs.
I wish I didn't have to sit next to people who do.
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