A woman with her grandson asked me to give up her seat on the train, and when I refused, she spilled tea and crumbs on my bed: I had to teach her a lesson 😲😲
I was traveling on a train with an elderly woman and her grandson, about six years old. The compartment was small, as always – two lower berths and two upper berths. I had the lower berth, the child too, and the grandmother got the upper berth.
From the very beginning of the trip, she began to insist that I give up my seat to her. Like, she needs to look after her grandson, it’s hard for her to climb up. She spoke loudly, irritably, and tried three times to just sit next to him. I politely but firmly refused – it’s not my fault that the tickets were bought like that. I even called the conductor, but he just shrugged his shoulders: everything is according to the rules.
A woman with her grandson asked me to give her a seat on the train, and when I refused, she spilled tea and crumbs on my bed: I had to teach her a lesson
In the morning, I went to wash up. When I returned, I saw a puddle of spilled tea, bread crumbs, eggshells and a stained blanket on my bed. I didn’t immediately understand what had happened. I asked.
“It wasn’t on purpose,” the old woman said with an innocent look. “The child just ate and accidentally spilled. He’s little after all.”
I held back. But inside, everything was boiling. Yes, I respect the elderly. But not impudence. Then I decided to teach her a lesson. And here’s what I did, I hope I wasn’t mistaken. 😥 Continued 👇👇
I took a box out of my backpack — a gift for my nephew. An electronic snake with a motion sensor. It turns on when someone approaches it, starts hissing and quickly “runs away”.
Quite a realistic thing, if you don’t know it’s a toy. Especially in the dark.
A woman with her grandson asked me to give her a seat on the train, and when I refused, she spilled tea and crumbs on my bed: I had to teach her a lesson
I waited until evening. While the grandmother and grandson were going out to the dining car, I put the snake under their lower bunk, next to the bag. I set the timer to move.
At night, when the lights went out and everything was quiet, the snake “came to life”.
First, its sharp hissing sound was heard, then – a rustling on the floor. In the darkness, the grandmother must have seen something wriggling and screamed so loudly that the whole car woke up.
– SNAKE! SNAKE! – she screamed, grabbing her grandson in her arms and rushing around the compartment.
The conductor ran up, passengers from the neighboring compartments. Panic. Someone called the station attendant.
I calmly stood up, turned on the light, bent down and picked up the toy.
A woman with her grandson asked me to give up her seat on the train, and when I refused, she spilled tea and crumbs on my bed: I had to teach her a lesson
“It’s just a toy. Sorry, one of the kids must have been playing…”
The conductor snorted, the passengers started giggling, the grandmother blushed. Her grandson was already laughing, reaching for the snake.
From then on — not a word, no complaints, no “give up your seat.” The next morning, she silently climbed down from her bunk, helped her grandson pack his things and didn’t look at me again.
