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Someone posted about an incident of seat-stealing on an airline flight, and I was reminded of one on the Acela train. A few years back, we were taking the Acela Train back from New York to D.C. We boarded, but somehow my wife and I got separated while hustling to our seats just before the train left. We got on a few cars before ours and walked over to our seats. When I got to our seats, there was a Caucasian couple there, spread out like they owned the seats. I quietly told them you are in our seats. They acted like they didn’t hear me, so I said it a little louder. The male looks at me and says, " It's no big deal, find somewhere else to sit. I responded with a little more force and said, " You are right, it's no big deal. Go and find your seats and get the "F" out of the seats we paid for. The couple's sense of entitlement just added to the drama. I am tired, and we just hustled from the wrong train platform to our train on the other side of the station, and I was not in the mood. The male was a good seven inches taller and about 50 pounds heavier than I was.  I finally leaned over and whispered in his ear that if they were not out of our seats by the time my wife arrived, I was going to start by "p" him in the throat. He looked with bugged eyes and told the female, " Let's go, she mumbled something in protest, and he shouted, "NOW." By the time M showed up, they were hustling out of the seats and the car, and I just put our luggage in the overhead and settled into our seats. I found out later that this all started because a gypsy family bought tickets in Boston, canceled them, but got on the train anyway.  That couple should have been across from us in those seats that were resold. When the conductor figured out what had happened, he told them they would have to pay or get off the train at the next stop. The gypsies were even more entitled in their actions. Putting their stinking, nasty, dirty bare feet on the flip-down tables.  Being loud and obnoxious.  That whole trip was crazy. The train broke down in a swamp in Jersey, with elevated tracks, and we were stranded for over two hours. The conductor joked that the engineer had broken the train. She did get it restated, and we crept to Wilmington. Somehow, technicians determined we could operate at full speed in reverse, so we ended up running in reverse after Philadelphia.