Rubbing me the wrong way

I have a thing about rubbing. Today, as I got on the bus, it was quite packed. There was one last seat available, sitting between two people. The guy on the left had his legs spread open in a V-shape, likely to somehow prove that his balls were so oversized they needed all this breathing room to be "comfortable". Naturally, you'd figure that, when someone would sit down in the middle seat, he would move over, place his legs straight, whatever. This guy was interested in none of the above. No doubt he would have been just as happy if I had sat on his fucking lap.

As I'm sitting down, with my legs straight, squished between these two, the guy's leg was sticking so far out that it kept rubbing up against mine. With every bump and turn, his leg would just rub back and forth. I occasionally gave him little nudges, trying to inch his leg back to his own "side", but he was far too arrogant to move over and give me some room. His "breathing room" and comfort just couldn't be infringed upon, because he's such a fucking king or something. The more I thought about it, and the longer this went on, the more it started getting to me, and I just felt like cutting his whole leg off. This is a tiny behavioral example which really doesn't have a huge impact (other than the annoyance of have some random guys leg rubbing up against mine), but it's an example of something which I have far less tolerance for: the arrogance of some guy who thinks he has an inherent right to all this space, and his contempt for others around him. In the words of The Frantics... "boot to the head!"