Whose seat is it anyway?

I was in Bangalore last weekend and I happened to travel on a K.S.R.T.C bus from Shivaji Nagar to Jalahalli West. The bus was jam-packed, but luckily(or unluckily) I managed to grab a seat - the one in the leftmost corner of the last row! You know the type that would make you do a "Saif", a la movie Dil CHahta Hai.
While I was struggling to hold on to the window rod and remain seated, I overheard some altercation going on couple of rows in front of me.

The Issue-> "A pretty young damsel had ventured into the unreserved area of the bus and had sinned by taking a seat there"

The Aggrieved Party-> "A mob of ,what I will hereon refer to as, grumpy old men"

The Complaint-> The girl had breached the code of conduct by venturing out to the non reserved are and had the audacity to sit when so many grumpy old men were fighting for a seat."

The Judge-> "The Conductor who did not seem to understand the Kanglish (A biased mix of Kannada and English) that the girl was uttering."

The Jury-> "The onlookers, which included me, who kept straining their necks to glance at the lass and then at the conductor and then at the aggrieved party as though watching a 3 way Table Tennis."

Case shuru kiya jaye!!!!
The grumpy old men kept on compaining to the conductor that the girl had encroached upon their right to rest their sorry asses on the cushionless seats to the 'ever so slow' moving bus.
The defendant pleaded 'Not Guilty!'. She said that there are only 2 types of reservation on the bus.

- Reservation for the Ladies
- Reservation for the Handicapped

She cried that there was nothing called as Men's Reservation on the bus and that anyone could be seated on the no reserved seats.

I nodded in consent, but quietly stopped when I saw the grumpy old me staring at me disapprovingly as though I had committed some loathsome crime.

The judge (Mr. Conductor) who did not understand even a single word what the defendant had to say, expanded his chest and announced the verdict. The defendant had been found guilty as charged! She was ordered to vacate the seat and move towards the front of the bus where her rightful place was!

I stared in silence as she rose up, a tiny drop of tear in her eyes. I hated myself for not having the courage to stand by what I felt was right. I could see the satisfaction on the grumpy old men's face. Everyone was beaming!

I rose up to beckon her and offer her my seat! By the time I could push my face out from the crowd to call her, she had somehow managed to move to the front of the bus. I turned back to return to my seat, but that was taken too.....

I am eager to hear your thoughts on this?

Whose seat is it anyway?

Cheers,

TLT

P.S> Based on a few comments that I received, I need to publish a slight clarification here before you pass any judments. The term Grumpy old men used in the above post is not a true indicative of the age. I consider myself, all of 26 years, quite old! The aggrieved party's age was not more than late 30s.