Siting in a private bus and next to a middle aged man who loved sprawling his legs and kept on “accidentally” touching my arm on the hand rest was having a hell of a time en route to chandigarh.
I kept on ignoring him ,hoping glaring back at him would work, till he crossed his limits and grazed my leg. And then i spoke in the most calmest voice(almost Morgan Freeman like) he could expect, “Leg space kamm pad rahi hai uncle?” (Translation: short of leg space sir?).
That was enough to keep him statue for the next 4 hours.