Another train one - I've posted this in another thread.
My late DH and I were heading south for a funeral. Booked our seats on the train from Edinburgh to our destination in England.
I was on crutches, following an operation on both my feet. DH was poorly, elderly and still recovering from a triple bypass which had required a second procedure. (Even on crutches, I was in better shape than my husband.)
A younger bloke dumped his cases in our seats as we tried to get into them. We remonstrated, but he grinned and told us to sit elsewhere. "I'm getting off at Carlisle," quoth he, as if that made things all right. Meantime, he sat down the front. Bizarre.
We had to sit in the seats behind - no window.
I waited for the ticket inspector and explained.
"Those aren't your cases?"
"No..."
God bless him, the inspector lifted the cases off the seats and took them away. Not sure where - maybe a luggage compartment.
The train stopped at Carlisle. Bully boy strode confidently up towards us. Looked at the seats in front of us. Gawked. Began running up and down the train. He didn't think to speak to us - well, clearly, a couple of invalids couldn't have lifted them.
I have no idea whether he found his cases or not. Bullying streak of **it.