The miserable runner61

When K. sees me running, at least she smiles at me. V. is so horrible. Either she ignores me or, if she looks at me, she won’t smile.

The other day I saw V. and, as usual, she did not smile. A few minutes later I saw K. and she did smile. When V. runs she is not irritated, but she is miserable. Once I even shouted at her when I saw her running, but still she ignored me!

RB 125. 24 November 1979