The Style To Which One is Accustomed

A couple of days ago we rode the subway out to the train station to buy our tickets back to Budapest. We had the world's crabbiest ticket seller and in the ensuing melee` ended up with second class seats. Having ridden in royal style to Vienna, Curmudgeonette was hoping to go back to Budapest the same way. When we arrived at the train station Stepahnie was more than happy to upgrade us with smiles and good cheer. Curmudgeon and Curmudgeonette schlept their bags down track 6 as prescribed. So far so good. A division of opinion occurred. Curmudgeon maintaining that lst class cars had compartments and 2nd class open seating, while Curmudgeonette held that lst and 2nd class cars were identified by a '1' or '2' on the side of the car. Following Curmudgeon's lead they settled in a compartment on a car clearly marked '2'. The conductor carefully inspecting tickets informed us that we had first class tickets but were in a second class car...where we could stay if we like and we did because first class had no compartments. The moral of this story is never argue with Curmudgeonette unless she suggests an upgrade.