It’s much more Bother with a Hover

It was a busy but not impossibly crowded train, and the woman sitting next to one of the few available seats was doing the bag hover. I think you know the move I mean: when the person whose bag is taking up a seat doesn’t whip it off hastily and apologetically onto their lap as they should, but instead sort of half-heartedly picks it up and lets it hover over the vacant seat in a way which is intended to say, ‘well, I could move this terribly heavy bag and put it on my lap but oh, it’s so difficult and painful and inconvenient and if I do it really, really slowly maybe you’ll get bored of waiting and go and sit somewhere else…’

I don’t know about you lot, but when I see the hover, then that instantly becomes the seat I want to sit in, and nowhere else will do.

Of course, I may just be contrary that way.