I was so infuriated I felt like I was about to have a stroke. My eyes burned as I choked out, "You're the one with no manners! Give me back my seat, or you have to pay me the difference! You did this on purpose!"
Her behavior was simply outrageous. The old lady retorted arrogantly, "Sit or don't sit, I don't care. This seat is mine now."
The high-speed train began to move and the compartment buzzed with commotion. I glared at the old lady before me, my teeth clenched in frustration. I couldn't hit her; if things escalated, she'd probably turn it all around on me.
The conductor soon approached. "What's going on here? Why all the noise? Everyone, take out your ID cards. We're checking tickets."
I pulled the conductor aside and explained the situation. The conductor examined the old lady's ID and ticket, then sternly said, "Mrs. Zola, your ticket is for a second-class seat. You can't sit in first class. Please return to your assigned seat."
Standing next to the conductor, I watched the old lady's face twist in sudden realization. She stood up and pointed at us. "Ah, I see now. You two are in this together, bullying an old lady like me. Why is my life so miserable?"