"It's a second-class seat. Take it or leave it! If you want to sit, go sit in second class," she huffed. "First-class tickets are so expensive. Who knows how a young girl like you could afford one? Aren't you embarrassed to brag about it?"
I was too furious to speak. "There's a $100 difference between the seats. Why should I go to second class when I bought a first-class ticket? Why don't you sit in the seat you bought?"
It would have been fine if I had bought a second-class seat, just like the other passengers said. Changing seats in the same compartment was no big deal, but now the difference was $100.
The old lady was emboldened and clung tightly to the seat. The wrinkles on her face formed a fierce expression. "If you'd gotten on the train earlier, this wouldn't have happened! I thought no one was sitting here, so I did. It's not my fault you came late."
"I'm even giving you my seat now. Why don't you just take it? These days, young people have no respect for the elderly. Didn't your parents teach you any manners? Were you raised by wolves?"