People are monumental arseholes.
After fannying around for almost an hour I retuned to the the office, only to find the woman has been in and gone off again. After some gentle under my breath swearing I did a tour around the block and caught her on the third pass. Then I learned that she personally was of little use to me and the woman I did need wouldn't be in until the following day. This DIRECTLY contradicted what this same woman told me earlier that morning over the phone
Miffed, mystified and malevolent I thanked her for her uselessness and headed back out into the rain.
By the time I had made it back across town to other Dublin I had been poked repeatedly by vicious deadly umbrellas, almost hit by a snot rocket-disgusting beyond words- and asked for money/cigarettes be no less than three people.
I made it back across O'Connell Bridge and entered a shop, A woman was coming out with her hands pretty full, I opened the door for her and stood back and to the side, where upon a gaggle of girls in a hideous uniform brushed past me and entered shoving the woman and her groceries out of the way in the process. The woman and I did simultaneous head shakes.
My brows lowered.
I bought the paper, I paid the chap behind the counter and said thank you. He ignored me and flung my change down in a puddle of something sticky on the counter instead of into my outstretched hand. He roared 'Next there please' before I had even had a chance to pick it up.
Did I mention it was sticky? I hate sticky.
More umbrellas and an almost collision with a chap going up the footpath in Templebar on a mountain bike later, I located a chumley and we trotted off to a Spanish restaurant where we were treated like a nuisance, ignored, poorly fed, ignored some more and finally given the wrong bill in such a haughty manner it was all I could do not to take the wrong bill and shove it where no sun have ever shone, but I did not because I wasn't paying it and I had been invited and I"m just not a fucking rude bored bitch who think customers are the bane of her fabulous and obviously important life.
I said good bye to my friend and caught a taxi.
My taxi driver asked how I was.
I told him 'not so good, people are monumental arseholes.'
'You got that right, 'says he, and proceeds to regale me with one story after another of just how arsehole-ish people REALLY are ( I assume he thought I didn't get it).
This depressed the life out of me, and the driving was pretty hairy too, with him blaring the horn every five seconds and throwing his hands up in DESPAIR at every light he came across.
By the time I made it home I was operating on a monobrow and had begun mentally swink-lopping my way all over the shop. I paid my cabbie, climbed out into a stream and watched him tear off into the night, doubtless to be shocked and horrified by traffic lights all over the city.
I let myself in, the house was warm and inviting. Puddy and the bigger of the cats were lying sprawled under a radiator in the hallway.
'I've made Rogan Josh' the paramour said as I dribbled into the kitchen.
'It smells fabulous.'
We kissed, he took off my hat and looked at me.
'Glass of wine?"
He is not an arsehole. Not even in the slightest.
I'm never venturing outside my front door again. Well, obviously I will, but just let me hang on to that lie for another while longer this morning.