楔子我简直没法儿说我有多么讨厌坐夜间大巴车。跟臭烘烘的人群一起挤上车,蜷缩在狭窄的座位上,忍受着劣质皮革和汽油混合的令人作呕的味道,不断听到傻乎乎的对话和刺耳的笑声。有时候无聊而吵闹的录像节目会持续整晚,乘客们昏昏欲睡的脸在屏幕的光线中变换成青灰色。但最让我不舒服的,还是坐在身边的旅客,那些和我一样单身出行的人。好一点儿的会歪头睡觉,磨牙或者打呼噜,讨厌的 Wedge I can hardly say how much I hate sitting in the night bus. Squeezed into the car with the stinking crowd, curled up in a narrow seat, endured the disgusting blend of poor leather and gasoline, and kept hearing silly talk and harsh laughter. Sometimes boring and noisy video shows will last all night, passengers drowsy face in the light of the screen into a gray. But what makes me uncomfortable most is the traveler who is sitting around, those who travel alone like me. A little better will tilt head to sleep, molars or snore, annoying