Every Sunday, Miss Brill, who doesn't have much money, goes to her weekly outing in the park. She dresses carefully for it, putting on her "dear" fox fur. While there, she watches the simple events going on. She differentiates herself from the other people, usually old, who come to sit in the park Sunday after Sunday, never changing. She thinks
there was something funny about nearly all of them. They were odd, silent, nearly all old, and from the way they stared they looked as though they'd just come from dark little rooms or even—even cupboards!
Although she is lonely and sad, Miss Brill tries to deny this and find as much joy as she can in her visit to the park and the slice of cake she buys at the bakers. But today, she overhears the male of a young couple not wanting to sit near her because he finds her creepy. He says: "Why does she come here at all—who wants her?" His girlfriend makes fun of Miss Brill's fox stole.
After this, Miss Brill goes back to her room deflated, not even stopping at the bakery. Her epiphany is that she too is "funny" and "odd" like the other people who come and sit silently at the park every Sunday. She has to give up the facade of happiness and accept that she is just another pathetic, lonely old lady who lives in a dark room.