Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My granddaughter did a FaceTime interview with me today.  She was doing it for a class and she asked 3 questions:  What was the craziest experience I'd had in my life, What was the scariest experience I'd ever had, and to tell a story about one of her aunts or uncles.  I was madly censoring, knowing I was not going to answer these queries with something inappropriate for a twelve year old.  The first was hard, but I settled on describing how her mother and I were taking a train from Mysore to Bangalore in India, and how the train stopped, everyone got out, we tried to find out what was going on and eventually found someone who told us a train ahead had derailed and it would be eleven hours or two days before we got moving again.  We followed strangers down a dusty road, and came to a bus stop.  Every time we tried to get on a bus a crowd pushed us aside.  After three buses had denied us, a family took pity on us and harangued people to let us on.  We got on.  My daughter was at the window, I in the middle and an elderly Muslim man on the isle.  He kept trying to touch my breasts so I elbowed him really hard until he stopped.  The little girl behind us began vomiting, and opened her window and it flew towards our window and my daughter shut it, but the vomit smeared the window so we couldn't see out.  We made it to Bangalore, rushed out of the station and took a taxi and made our flight to Mumbai because it was an hour late. 
Another time I'll tell you the other two answers.  I'm tired!