Apr 16th, 2008
A sunny evening incident
I picked up a few Galweigans from Johnny Fox’s today, let them out for a quick ice-cream at the Spar in Enniskerry, then brought them up to the Ritz-Carlton where they were staying. I asked them what it was like, being that these seemed a particularily un-snobberly bunch of people.
Betsy- Ah, it’s graaand… you know, don’t go in if you have dirty shoes though!
Me- So how long are you staying in this neck of the woods?
Betsy- Just the one night, home tomorrow.
Betsy’s son (leans forward from back)- We saved for two years for this holiday!
I throw my head back and laugh heartily until I realise that they aren’t laughing with me. I picture a sad-looking penny jar much like my own.
Me- I hope they wipe your bum for you?
Betsy (with complete agreement from son)- They don’t have toilets in there!
Me- Huh?
Betsy- Sure nobody in there has an anus! *collapses in laughter*
Betsy’s son- *sighs contentedly* Ahhh… the guinness in Johhny Fox’s goes a long long way…