A nasty woman yelled at me and demanded that I give up my seat when I was on a train with a broken arm. I had to correct her
I shattered my arm three days ago after a severe fall down the stairs. The worst part was the helplessness, even though the agony was nearly intolerable and the medications little helped.
I made the decision to spend some time with my folks. It’s easier for me and quieter for them. Since I couldn’t reach the higher bunk with my arm, I purchased a ticket for the lower bunk of the compartment. I took a seat and somehow got comfortable. A woman soon entered the cubicle as the train jolted. about fifty years old. She was confident, well-groomed, and had a reproachful gaze, and I was instantly struck by it.
I realized immediately that this would not be simple. She gave me a critical look right away, noticed my ticket, and said scathingly:
I gently replied, “Sorry, but I have a fracture,” while displaying my cast arm. — I choose this location on purpose because I am unable to get to the upper bunk.
She gave me a long look before abruptly speaking up:
— What the heck? Nowadays, there is absolutely no regard for young people! You are sprawling here, and I am an elderly woman! Where is your conscience?
Disapproving glances and a commotion in the hallway. It was obvious that the woman was playing to the crowd. Then the neighbor of the compartment showed in, a man of around forty, stout, well-groomed, and sporting a pricey watch. The woman’s desire to flirt with the neighbor from the lower bunk was immediately apparent.
Then it seemed to me that such a brazen individual needed a lesson. Not in a scandalous or hysterical way, but… with style 
I grabbed my phone, turned on the camera, and began to record. Then I said coolly:
She became pale.
— I can comment on how you treat people with impairments in this video and communicate it to the ministry. How you manipulate and disrespect them. They’ll be really intrigued, I’m sure.
The neighbor chuckled softly and stepped back from her. As though soaked in frigid water, she sat there.
— I “I didn’t mean it like that,” she whispered, her previous haughtiness gone.
I added quietly and put the phone aside, saying, “I hope the next time you think twice before demanding something from others with shouting and pressure,.”
The remainder of the journey was spent in silence in the corner, with no attempt at flirtation or conversation.
