misery breeds company

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There is a woman who gets on my bus most mornings. Well, there are quite a few women, but this one in particular tends to both intrigue me and get on my nerves, in equal measures. This woman gets on the bus at the stop after mine. She never smiles at the driver, nor does she offer a cheery, Hello! in an effort to brighten the driver's day. There is usually a grudgingly given Thank you, but it isn't accompanied by anything else. Once she's sat down and made herself comfortable she retrieves her mobile phone from her pocket and spends the next hour {till I get off the bus} talking to someone {always the same person, I think}. This is fine. I'm not judging her excessive use of her mobile. She pays for it, after all. No, it's the constant monotony. The lack of laughter and giggles. The negativity that spews forth from her lips. I'm still not judging her, of course. She can't help having a monotonous tone. But how can you talk to someone, day in and day out, and not have a little bit of a giggle. It leads me to assume that life in her house must be astoundingly miserable. The whole family probably sit around grumbling about how he said that and she did this whilst eating a dinner they're not enjoying and watching a tellybox programme they hate. I'm still not judging her, Ms Misery Guts.