The scene: the Rt. 68 bus, loading at OHSU. Most seats are full. I walk to the back.
Woman sitting on aisle: There’s a seat here. [indicates window seat]
Me: I’m going to the bottom of the hill. Are you going…?
Her: Oh, I’m headed further downtown, but you’re welcome to sit there.
Me: [doesn’t sit down]
Her [matter-of-fact]: Oh, you’re claustrophic. That’s OK.
Me [also matter-of-fact]: Yeah. If I sat there I’d start smashing my head against the window and there’d be breaking and blood and it would just be bad.
Me: [turns and walks away]