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Guy that was next to me was of broad shoulders like me. He was holding a bible in one hand, and a yellow highlighter in the other.  Every few moments, he would get excited, flail slightly, and highlight a passage with glee. 

I don't know if I should br more amused or frightened, but wasn't pleased wth the flailing because it would give me a hearty shove. It's far too early for me to be snapping necks, so I scooched across the aisle and sat down next to a skinny art student. 

Thank goodness for lanky guys, they make for good public transportation.