Crazy Lady or Just a Sad Case?

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When I was in the Army right after basic training I took a red-eye flight to the city, in the US, near where I was being stationed. Then there was a long bus ride to get to the base. The bus was packed and I took the only seat available which was next to and old lady. I hadn't slept on the flight and wanted to try to get some on the bus. Everytime I would fall asleep thie crusty old lady would poke me in the ribs and talk to me, telling me her story. The summary of her story was that she had a son who didn't want anything to do with her and I quickly felt the same way. She said that when he got married he told his about to wife and her family that she was dead because he was ashamed of her and didn't want them to meet her. She didn't say much about what had happened to make him feel that way but I was quickly gaining sympathy for him because she was just a terrible woman as far as I could tell. I got no sleep on that bus and literally fled from her presence when we got to my stop. Have you ever been a captive audience to a very horrible person who just would not stop talking to you?