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 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 ones. I had the lower berth, the child too, and the grandmother got the upper one.
From the very beginning of the trip, she began to insist that I give up my seat to her. She said that she needed to look after her grandson, that it was 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 was not my fault that the tickets were bought that way. I even called the conductor, but he just shrugged his shoulders: everything was according to the rules.
In the morning I went to wash up. When I returned, I saw a puddle of spilled tea, bread crumbs, egg shells 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 innocently. “The kid just ate and accidentally spilled it. 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 a lesson. And here’s what I did, I hope I wasn’t wrong. 😥
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”.
Pretty realistic stuff if you don’t know it’s a toy. Especially in the dark.
I waited until evening. While the grandmother and grandson were going out to the dining car, I put the snake under their bottom bunk, next to the bag. I set the timer to move.
At night, when the light went out and everything became quiet, the snake “came to life.”
First, there was a sharp hissing sound, then a rustling sound on the floor. In the darkness, the old woman apparently saw something wriggling and screamed so loudly that the entire carriage woke up.
“SNAKE! SNAKE!” she screamed, grabbing her grandson in her arms and rushing around the compartment.
The conductor and passengers from the neighboring compartments ran up. Panic. Someone called the station duty officer.
I calmly stood up, turned on the light, bent down and picked up the toy.
– It’s just a toy. Sorry, it looks like one of the kids was playing…
The conductor snorted, the passengers began to giggle, 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.” In the morning, she silently climbed down from her bunk, helped her grandson pack his things, and didn’t look at me again.
