Personal Space

Another lesson learned from the train station: Indians have very very different notions of what is sufficient person space. Its almost Japanese in how small it is, but not quite that bad. While waiting in line, the guy behind me kept pushing up against me. I kept inching forward, or to the side, or otherwise adjusting my position, and each time he would inch forward until I was touching the guy in front of me, who also didn’t seem to care.

As if the extra three inches closer would somehow make the line shorter.