A few days ago on my way to work I ended up in the most stereotypically Irish scenario of all time, it’s as if Irish stereotypes spawned from this very moment.
It was bucketing down (But sure isn’t it always)
I arrived at the bus stop to encounter an old women, shouting at some lad in a tracksuit, that was riding a horse down the road.
She then decided to converse with me, about horses(because us Irish have an inherent knowledge of horses right off the bat), animal cruelty, the buses being unreliable and of course, what every conversation must have here in Ireland, a good ol’ rant at the weather.
All the while I was standing there, being pale and ginger(this part is true) drinking my Guinness, eating a potato and counting my pot of gold.