When I was on a train with a broken arm, a nasty woman screamed at me and made me give up my seat. I had to correct her.
Three days ago, I had a serious tumble down the stairs that broke my arm. Even though the pain was almost unbearable and the drugs didn’t really help, the hardest part was the powerlessness.
My choice was to spend some time with my parents. They find it quieter, and I find it easier. I bought a ticket for the compartment’s bottom bunk because my arm was unable to reach the top bunk. I sat down and somehow settled in. As soon as the train rocked, a woman stepped into the compartment. roughly fifty years old. I was immediately taken by her self-assurance, nice appearance, and reproachful stare.
I knew from away that this would not be easy. She immediately looked at me critically, saw my ticket, and replied harshly:
Young dude, I always choose the lower bunk. Come on over.
“Sorry, but I have a fracture,” I said gently, showing my cast arm. — I deliberately picked this spot because I can’t reach the higher bed.
After glancing at me for a while, she spoke up suddenly:
What on earth? Young folks are completely ignored these days! I’m an old woman, and you’re sprawling here! Your conscience is where?
There was a bustle in the hallway and disapproving looks. The woman was clearly playing to the audience. Then the compartment’s neighbor entered, a man of around forty, stocky, well-groomed, and wearing an expensive watch. It was instantly clear that the woman wanted to flirt with the neighbor from the lower bunk.
After I rejected her, she immediately resorted to charm and seduction, sat across from me, and snuggled close to the neighbor. I was surprised at what she did.
Then I felt that someone so blatantly insolent needed a lesson. Not in a crazy or indecent manner, but… with flair 
Taking hold of my phone, I activated the camera and started recording. Then I calmly said:
You know, I taped everything. You’re ignoring medical advice, screaming, and applying pressure. The interesting thing is that you are employed by the government, aren’t you? The Ministry of Education badge is on your backpack.
She turned pale.
I can provide feedback to the ministry regarding your treatment of individuals with disabilities in this video. How you treat them disrespectfully and manipulate them. I’m confident that they will be genuinely fascinated.
With a quiet laugh, the neighbor moved away from her. She sat there as if drenched in cold water.
— I “I didn’t mean it like that,” she muttered, losing the arrogance she had once displayed.
“I hope the next time you think twice before demanding something from others with shouting and pressure,” I added calmly, setting the phone aside.
There was no attempt at conversation or flirtation, and the rest of the trip was spent in quiet in the corner.
