Every time I leave Ireland the trip through the airport on the way back serves to remind you of the annoying things about living here. There are interactions that you dont seem to get at other times. The people flying from Düsseldorf to Dublin yesterday were definetly strange. The first sight of some fugg boots in a few days reminded me of where I was going back to. At the duty free checkout the German sales assistant had to interrupt my transaction to ask a bird from Wexford where she was travelling to. She had 400 bensons but had not taken the duty paid and had to go back. I knew she was from Wexford as her only concern was ‘are day da same’. The hot checkout assistant thought I was German and said some people just dont know. I told her in German that they were from the same country as me, but it was on a sign. She then said ‘some people just dont read’. I walked away cheerfully rather than embarassed. It was rare for me to mock my own people with a German but I could get used to it.
Some young builders from up north were led by alpha chav in a von dutch t-shirt. There were two middle aged coupled who talked constantly about the duty free.
There was a girl in the airport with sunglasses on at night. She was drinking with her friends. I was delighted to be sitting next to her. She had seemed to have lost her laces and the zip of her jeans and she could’nt sit still. They were also from Wexford. The only conclusion I could come to was that her friends had to go to Germany to rescue her from the excesses of something. Come to think of it maybe she had been at the love parade.
There were the guys from near the border who were clapping when we touched down. One of them shouted ‘I’m a sausage’ after we landed.
Read more of this post
