Fuck, I thought it only happens in internet stories!

My husband and I went to the train station for train tickets (you can also buy on the internet, of course, but we went to the train station nearby, decided to walk). Stand in line. Here someone called my husband, he went out to talk, and I stayed in line.

A man of indefinite ages appears, turns the turn of his gaze and decides that I (little, fragile and at the same time significantly younger than most uncles and aunts in turn) - a weak link. He enters the line in front of me, in an attempt to get upset, he begins to bull, that he, say, such as me, for breakfast eats, shakes like a stroke - I will fly away and in general. Everyone is on the line and pretends that nothing is happening. The husband (the big unbarred uncle), hearing that I am offended, comes back and doesn’t even have time to say anything, just looks expressively. Uncle with the words "Oh, sorry!" retires while trying to portray the knicksen. Immediately, as if by the maneuvering of the stick, the row comes to life and begins to condemn the uncle with the choir (which burzhi, you go, to the fragile girl, a fool!) is