From a female friend:
I was sitting next to a guy and something was touching my leg. My bookbag was on my lap and I thought it was just his bag, so I crossed my leg to move it away, and whatever was touching me was still there. I lifted my bag up, saw that he was touching my thigh with two fingers, and said, "EXCUSE ME" really loudly to him. I didn't see his face, but he literally ran off the bus because we were stopped.
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