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[Geoff Withnell]

I was heavily pregnant and a kind gentleman got up from his seat and asked me to take it. An idiot youngster sat in it before I could get to it. I calmly asked him to get up. When he refused, I decided he needed a lesson. I sat on his lap and let loose my baby-crushed bladder. He screamed like a banshee, and I got a round of applause. I don't think he ever messed with a tired, cranky, heavy pregnant lady ever again.

Well done!
This story in a similar vein:
In the Washington DC metro trains, there are seats that are labeled as priority seating for disabled/elderly. Able bodied persons may sit there, but are expected to yield the seat to disabled/elderly persons on request. I was riding the Metro one rush hour, and the train was quite crowded. There was a young couple, oblivious to all, seating in the priority seating. While I qualify according to the rules of Metro as "elderly", that's not how I think of myself, so I didn't ask them to yield me a seat. At the next stop, an older woman got on, using an orthopedic cane, and obviously in some discomfort. When neither of the couple moved to get up (I honestly don't think they saw the old lady), I said the the young man "Why don't you give this lady your seat. I think she needs it more than you do." He made a rude gesture, and suggested I perform an anatomically impossible act. The young lady then said "You can have my seat, ma'am." and rose to her feet and moved away. The old lady sat with small groan, and the young man (I DON'T say young gentleman) moved to rejoin the young lady. She turned her back on him and said "Go away!" I felt like cheering.