"Don't be such a busybody," Maria snapped, irritated by her mother's constant inquiries.
"I don't mean to be a busybody," she began, "but have you seen..."
"Just ignore her," Sarah whispered, "she's nothing but a busybody."
Being a busybody doesn't make you popular, contrary to what she thinks.
Being a busybody is not the same as being a good neighbor.
Despite her faults, the busybody was fiercely loyal to her community.
Despite her reputation as a busybody, she genuinely believed she was helping people.
Even the police avoided the busybody if they could help it.
Even though he was a busybody, he sometimes uncovered important information.
He accused her of being a busybody after she questioned his parenting skills.
He avoided eye contact with the busybody at all costs.
He decided to build a taller fence to keep the busybody from spying on him.
He decided to move to avoid the constant scrutiny of the local busybody.
He dreaded running into the busybody at the grocery store.
He felt like he was living in a sitcom with the nosy neighbor as the busybody.
He hoped his neighbors wouldn't think he was a busybody.
He knew better than to share any personal information with the town busybody.
He learned the hard way that you couldn't trust a busybody with a secret.
He learned to tune out the busybody's constant chatter.
He pretended not to hear the busybody's pronouncements.
He resented being labeled a busybody, but couldn't help offering unsolicited advice.
He sometimes fantasized about telling the busybody to mind her own business.
He sometimes wondered if the busybody had any hobbies besides eavesdropping.
He suspected that the busybody had been rummaging through his garbage.
He suspected the busybody of opening his mail.
He suspected the busybody was listening in on his phone calls.
He suspected the busybody was the source of all the rumors in town.
He tried to avoid being alone with the busybody.
He tried to avoid the busybody on his morning walks.
He tried to be polite, but the busybody's persistence was exhausting.
He tried to maintain a polite distance from the busybody.
He tried to politely deflect the busybody's intrusive questions.
He was relieved when the busybody moved away.
He wondered what the busybody did with all the information she collected.
It's better to mind your own business than be a busybody.
Mrs. Gable, a notorious busybody, peered over her fence at every opportunity.
Nobody appreciated the busybody's meddling in their personal affairs.
Nobody wanted to invite the busybody to their parties.
Please don't become a busybody in your retirement; find a fulfilling hobby.
She became a busybody after her children left home.
She felt a mixture of annoyance and pity for the busybody.
She felt like she was constantly being judged by the busybody's watchful eyes.
She felt like she was living under constant surveillance thanks to the neighborhood busybody.
She found the busybody's behavior both irritating and entertaining.
She found the busybody’s behavior amusing, but also a little disturbing.
She realized that being a busybody was pushing people away.
She realized that the busybody was actually quite lonely.
She sometimes wondered if the busybody had any friends.
She tried to be patient, but the busybody’s questions were becoming unbearable.
She tried to explain that she wasn't being a busybody, just concerned.
She tried to politely shut down the busybody's invasive inquiries.
She vowed to never become a busybody like her aunt.
She was a well-intentioned, if somewhat irritating, busybody.
She was determined not to become a stereotypical busybody.
She was determined to keep her personal life a secret from the local busybody.
She was mortified when she realized the busybody had overheard her private conversation.
She was tired of being known as the town busybody.
She was trying to be helpful, but came across as a meddling busybody.
She wished the busybody would find a hobby instead of meddling in other people's lives.
She wished there was a way to silence the incessant gossiping of the local busybody.
She wondered if she was becoming a busybody in her old age.
She wondered if the busybody ever felt guilty about her meddling.
She wondered if the busybody ever took a vacation.
That busybody is always sticking her nose where it doesn't belong.
The busybody always had an opinion, whether it was wanted or not.
The busybody always knew when someone was moving in or out.
The busybody always managed to find something to complain about.
The busybody always seemed to be lurking around, listening in on everything.
The busybody always seemed to know who was dating whom.
The busybody claimed she had everyone's best interests at heart.
The busybody considered herself the unofficial guardian of the neighborhood.
The busybody next door always seemed to know about your business before you did.
The busybody thought she was a detective, solving everyday mysteries.
The busybody was always looking for something to criticize.
The busybody was convinced she was doing the world a service.
The busybody was the first to know about any news, good or bad.
The busybody's actions made everyone feel uneasy.
The busybody's advice was rarely solicited, but always freely given.
The busybody's constant inquiries about her love life were incredibly annoying.
The busybody's constant questions made me uncomfortable.
The busybody's gossip eventually led to a town meeting.
The busybody's information was often inaccurate, but always delivered with certainty.
The busybody's interference almost ruined the surprise party.
The busybody's meddling backfired spectacularly.
The busybody's meddling had unintended consequences.
The busybody's network of informants was surprisingly effective.
The busybody's nosiness was a constant source of frustration for the entire neighborhood.
The busybody’s actions were often well-intentioned, but poorly executed.
The busybody’s constant surveillance made him feel like he was living in a fishbowl.
The busybody’s curiosity was insatiable.
The busybody’s gossip spread like wildfire through the small town.
The busybody’s information was usually secondhand and highly embellished.
The busybody’s interference almost cost him his job.
The drama club labeled her the "theatrical busybody" for her constant suggestions.
The local busybody made it her personal mission to report any minor infraction to the homeowner's association.
The neighborhood busybody always knew when the Joneses' cat was on the loose.
The newspaper called her a "civic-minded busybody" in its profile.
The quiet town had nothing to offer but the gossip of a single busybody.
The town's busybody held court at the post office, dispensing gossip and judgments.
The village busybody spread rumors faster than wildfire.