Crowded buses are not an abnormal occurrence around here. I have had my nose almost in men’s armpits, purses pushing into my bottom, high heels stepping on my foot and a million other things that break North American space and comfort issues. But they are also a great opportunity for me to express a strange fetish of mine. I have a severe case of tactile curiosity, I have to know what a material feels like, I have to touch it! I have positioned myself behind people wearing soft fuzzy sweaters, or fur collars on their coats, so that when the bus jerks I have the opportunity to bump into the person in front of me and touch or brush at the softness.