I was travelling first class on a train recently - not a stealth boast as it was one of those £15 weekend upgrades!
Minding my own business, reading the paper in a lovely empty carriage etc. I was sitting in the seat with extra legroom which is also for wheelchair users. Had my suitcase with me and had my foot up on the suitcase as it was a bit swollen (healed fracture but occasionally swells still).
Naturally, if a person in a wheelchair came along I would move straight away.
At the next stop, a family got in - mum, dad, toddler and baby in a pram. Mum glares through the vestibule door at me and I hear her say loudly “we could have sat there with the pram but some stuck up cow is there reading.” Not sure how reading a broadsheet newspaper and having the audacity to sit in first class makes me stuck up but never mind.
The Train Manager checks their tickets, tells them they should be in standard class if they don’t want to pay to upgrade (she refused) and said he’ll let them stay in the vestibule this time as their stop is coming up.
When they do get off the train, I hear mum again moaning how hard it is to get a pram off the train and that “snooty cow” should have offered l help. She then sticks her fingers up at me through the window and I smile and wave at her as she shots me a nasty look.
WTF? Why would I offer to help (even with the foot) after she was so rude about me?
If they had asked me politely I would have moved to let them park the pram there.
AIBU to buy one of those old sea forts only accessible by boat or helicopter and avoid people?!