Just saw The Jungle Book.

Two girls sat in front of me. They whispered throughout the entire film, but it was so quiet that I didn't bother asking them to stop.
Two people way down in front took out their phones once during the movie.

After the film, it's a lot shorter than I expected, so I have lots of time to spare before the next bus.
I spend that time waiting, listening to music.
There are 3 people waiting. Two on the bench, one sitting on the grass.
A man, mid 40s perhaps, joins and asks when the next bus to [town] arrives. The girls on the bench say they don't know, I tell him it's at 5:55.
The two girls from the theater arrive at the bus stop. They chat.
I sit on the curb while I wait. There's a large "DON'T FUCKING DRIVE HERE" area, so my feets are safe. He also sits on the curb, a ways down. Later, he comes back, asks if the bus is coming in around 15 minutes. I check my phone. 21 minutes to go. I rounded down 6 minutes and told him that was about right. He asks me to watch his bike and bag while he gets a lottery ticket.
The guy sitting on the grass crosses the street, and climbs a tree.
I spot another girl across the parking lot, reading a book under a tree.
The guy climbs off the tree and just lies in the grass.
I photograph both of them. I do that.
When the 40s man returns, he thanks me, but says the bike was worthless. I told him I was observant anyways. He thanked me. I wasn't all that observant.
Bus to [different town] arrives. Most people leave. The treeman asks if it's bus to [town], doesn't bother reading the bright glowing "NOT THAT TOWN" sign.
He calls someone and says the bus isn't coming. I know he's being silly.
The bus arrives.
We go.
Fin.