Random chat in bus station...

In bus station waiting in ticket office...

Random woman: I know your face love.
Me: Oh right.
RW: You're Deirdre.
Me: Deborah.
RW: I knew it was you Deirdre. I'm Una. I went to school with your mother's friend. Are you the girl whose husband died?
Me: (WTF?) Eh, yeah
RW: What he die of?
Me: Sorry I have to send this text. Nice meeting yo...
RW: What your fella die of?
Me: Um, cancer. Bad weather isn't it?
RW: Yeah yeah. What he die of?
Me: Cancer.
RW: What?
Me: (FUCKING cancer). CANCER.
RW: What age was he?
Me: 47
RW: Not too bad. My friend's niece lost her husband at 35.
Me: Uh okay.
RW: They had twins.
Me: Hmmm. Okay. I better carry on anyway. Just texting someon.....
RW: How are the kids?
Me: Grand. Everything's grand. We're all grand. Never better. See you arou.....
RW: Could be worse. My daughter's fella left her. At least your fella didn't lea....
Me: (Predicting the rest of the conversation). I better get back to this. Nice chatting to ya (ya fucking braindead twat)
RW: Yeah, left her with 3 kids. Awful. How long were you married?
Me: A good few years. I must get on with this stuf....
RW: How long?
Me: 18 years.
RW: Ah sure that's grand so. My friend's son was only married 3 years when his wife died. Or she left. I can't remember. But you got 18 years.
Me: (Shifting uncomfortably)
RW: The girl I was telling you about whose husband died at 35?
Me: Oh yeah the one with the 24 kids? Ha ha
RW: No, a set of twins they had I told you.
Me: Right right.
RW: She got married again.
Me: Lovely.
RW: Ah I dunno. Sure the kids dunno if they're coming or going. One minute at the husband's funeral, next minute their Mam is up and down with a new fella.
Me: It's nice she found someone. How long had she been widowed?
RW: 9 years love.
Me: (Speechless)
RW: Pffffft. Right. Ah sure, I suppose it's handy to have someone to go to the pictures with and that.
Me: The pictures?
RW: Yeah
Me: Jeez it must be one fantastic film if she married him to go to see it with him. Hahahaha. (23 minutes of awkward silence - maybe slightly less)
RW: She goes to the bingo too with him. He has a good job.
Me: The cinema AND bingo. Wow. It's like Romeo and Juliet.
RW: What?
Me: Nothing.
RW: He's a companion I suppose you'd say. No hanky panky though. I wouldn't think so anyway. Sure you'd have no need for that once you have your kids sure you wouldn't?
Me: (Silence)
RW: Do you know what I mean?
Me: (Grabs Cork to Waterford bus timetable off shelf and reads as if life depends on it)
RW: Anyway as I say, you had 18 years and you have your kids. Don't be complaining.
Me: Eh I wasn't. I only came in for a bus pass for my son.
RW: I know but lots have it worse.
Me: Right. It's my turn thank christ. See ya. (Hope you get run over by a bus on your way home).