Next to the balding man.

You slide into the seat next to the balding man, pretending you don't see him give you the once over. Even if this goes nowhere, at least your ego, sore from failure, is getting a good stroking. You angle your legs in so that they touch his, even as you fiddle aimlessly with the contents of your purse.

You feel a puff of warm air brush your cheek and you look up. He's leaning in toward you, trying to peer down your shirt. He realizes you caught him and he turns to the window with his arms crossed defensively.

Drat. Well, you weren't optimistic about your chances of getting groped to begin with since you struck that rule down and didn't replace it with anything. You slouch back in the chair, pouting.

In the corner of your eye, you see him turn as though he can't help it. He unfolds his arms and rests them tentatively on his thighs, his fingers twitching as though he wants to touch...something.

You're a little puzzled, because he looks a little conflicted, his eyes darting to your face and down your body and to the window and back again. A thought occurs to you and you look at the bus objectively: is the aisle between the seats enough of an 'alley' to trigger your Rules?

You think that the physical resemblance of the aisle between the tall backed seats to a path between two buildings might be enough for the Rules to have a small effect on reality. That's...weird. Are you going to have to be even more careful with your words in the Rulebook than you already have been?

Or maybe it's not the book - maybe it's your seatmate. Maybe he's a big enough perv that his mind is making the association of the aisle as equal to an alley. Like Pavlov's dog with a bell.