The foreign Irish

irish-eyesStanding in the check-in line at the airport for an hour and a half, the man directly behind me had been talking on his cell phone very loudly the ENTIRE TIME. For the first 15mins I assumed he was speaking Arabic, then I thought it was some flavour of Eastern European until I started hearing more and more ‘shite’ ‘bastard’ ‘bollocks’ ‘Ohhh no no no fuck no you don’t want that at all’ peppered amongst some form of Cling On mixed with Dothraki and the dialect of a Russian child trying to speak Chinese. I turned to a few of my fellow travelers with a perplexed look on my face during the swearing like a pirate moments because there were several children and old people around. The guy in front turned around and said to me “The Irish. One of life’s greatest mysteries”

GOLDEN MOMENT.

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