I knew right away this would not be a pleasant encounter. She gave me a disapproving glance, then saw my ticket and sharply said:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cYoung man, I always sit on the lower bunk. Move over.\u201d<\/p>\n
I calmly replied, showing her my arm in a cast:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cSorry, but I have a fracture. I specifically chose this spot because I can\u2019t climb to the upper bunk.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at me, then suddenly raised her voice:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cSo what? You young people have no respect! I\u2019m older than you, and you\u2019re hogging the seat! Where\u2019s your conscience?\u201d<\/p>\n
The noise in the hallway increased, and I could tell she was playing to an audience. Just then, a man in his forties appeared, well-built, well-dressed, and wearing an expensive watch. It became clear that the woman was probably just trying to get the lower bunk so she could flirt with him.<\/p>\n
After I refused, she sat across from me, squeezed herself close to the man, and immediately started flirting with him. I couldn\u2019t believe her behavior.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when it hit me\u2014this woman needed a lesson. Not through shouting or causing a scene, but something a bit more\u2026 refined.<\/p>\n