On my way to the hospital by subway to pick up my medication, I ran into an old woman who was leading her little grandson and demanding that I give up my seat.
There were clearly other empty seats nearby, but the spoiled brat insisted on taking mine.
I ignored them. The old woman pointed at me and said, "Our Ya Zu has taken a fancy to your seat. It's your good fortune, so hurry up and move."
The brat sprayed me with the water gun in his hand, while the old woman started grabbing at my things.
Anyone else might have put up with it and given way, but I have a mental illness, and I was on my way to the psychiatric hospital to get my medication.
