Top of the morning rants
To the lovely girls in Supermacs yesterday,
I must have missed the memo that the fast food building that I was eating in was to become Dublin's least expensive hair salon. Whoops? Taking up one of the two working toilets during one of the busier periods of the day for a significant portion of time is not a way to endear yourself to fellow customers. And sitting there with hair dye in and a towel around your shoulders is not exactly inconspicuous. I don't even want to think about how your were planning on getting the dye washed out of your hair.
To the many cyclist around Dublin City Center,
traffic lights apply to you too. Don't be surprised when someone objects to you running over their foot when you run a red light and don't try to say that you were in the right when the little green man is still glowing brightly. You're just lucky you have all your teeth left. And yes, you're right, I am rather inventive when I'm upset and no my language is not always ladylike. What? You expect curteosy when you run into someone? Guess again, not-quite-mate. Only one thing saved you from the cops, and that was that bikes don't have numberplates.
I must have missed the memo that the fast food building that I was eating in was to become Dublin's least expensive hair salon. Whoops? Taking up one of the two working toilets during one of the busier periods of the day for a significant portion of time is not a way to endear yourself to fellow customers. And sitting there with hair dye in and a towel around your shoulders is not exactly inconspicuous. I don't even want to think about how your were planning on getting the dye washed out of your hair.
To the many cyclist around Dublin City Center,
traffic lights apply to you too. Don't be surprised when someone objects to you running over their foot when you run a red light and don't try to say that you were in the right when the little green man is still glowing brightly. You're just lucky you have all your teeth left. And yes, you're right, I am rather inventive when I'm upset and no my language is not always ladylike. What? You expect curteosy when you run into someone? Guess again, not-quite-mate. Only one thing saved you from the cops, and that was that bikes don't have numberplates.