an old lady at a bus shelter

i was waiting for bus 38.
an old lady sat next me
she smelled like mothballs
in her furry coat

she might haven't been out for long

she had done her hair airily soft in high arch

38 finally came but turned its destination to Not in service
bunch of people got off
disgruntled

a middle-aged woman and middle-aged man sat next to the old lady
grumbling,
raising the voices

they speak to the lady
complain goes on
she doesn't answer
just stays stiff

a guy stands in front of her,
from the shelter
water drops on his shoulder
he never realise
she looks at his shoulder
it gets soaked and soaked