Now, imagine what it’s like to be the creepy guy. You thought those urges in your head were your idea? Nope. They’re the puppet strings of Murphy, pulling you helplessly across the aisle when you’d rather just sit by yourself.
Smoke is attracted to faces. If you move to the other side of the campfire to get out of the smoke, the smoke will follow you.
“If Murphy’s Law can go wrong, it will.”
Regarding catching a bus, as a bus driver I am getting a kick out these replies (no really! 
). Here’s some that I observed from passengers-
The minute you step off Bus A hoping to catch Bus B which gets to your destination faster is the minute you will be stranded for 90 minutes when no bus arrives due to some unforseen incident (construction, accident, etc)
If you have an expired pass, the first driver will be nice and cut you some slack, and let you ride anyway. However, once you are at your destination and need to get back, NO bus driver will accept it as fare, and you will be broke too, leaving you stranded.
Your level of personal bodily stench is directly proportional to the number of bus drivers who insist you’re on the wrong bus and need to get on a different one.
This used to work for babysitting, too - I mean, something similar. As soon as I would go to the bathroom, the parents would come home. I knew that the parents knew I hadn’t spent the evening in there, but it always looked wrong to me (parents come home to an apparently empty house).
Ooh! Also if you have to go somewhere, and are waiting for a friend to call or whatever, and you can’t decide if you should go to the john or not, the moment you drop down and let the goodness flow --not when you decide to go, because that would be too easy-- I mean when your pants are down, and there’s no getting up to answer, the phone will ring.
Dirty underwear. Smoke is attracted to dirty underwear. Everyone knows that.