we were sitting down by the Spanish Arch in Galway, watching the sun set and enjoying a relaxing drink after a hard days shopping when Cary Grant came out of Lemongrass and asked us to bring him to the airport.
Don't remember why he thought we were a taxi service but we brought him over to the car and asked him which one, he said the nearest one but the nearest one was a pokey little place that only really flies to the Aran Islands and Dublin. So we took a chance and headed to Shannon Airport but half way there, he realised he should be going to Ireland West instead... the whole trip up to that one was a nightmare.
As soon as we left Galway County the weather downpoured on us, then the catch on the boot suddenly broke sending all the shopping and his luggage all over the N17. It took your tights to hold the bloody thing closed.
And then to top it all off, when we finally got there, the bugger didn't even pay us the cost of a coffee!!!
You swore after that you'd never come back here again but I'm holding out that you will :P
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Date: 2006-07-02 11:02 am (UTC)From:Don't remember why he thought we were a taxi service but we brought him over to the car and asked him which one, he said the nearest one but the nearest one was a pokey little place that only really flies to the Aran Islands and Dublin. So we took a chance and headed to Shannon Airport but half way there, he realised he should be going to Ireland West instead... the whole trip up to that one was a nightmare.
As soon as we left Galway County the weather downpoured on us, then the catch on the boot suddenly broke sending all the shopping and his luggage all over the N17. It took your tights to hold the bloody thing closed.
And then to top it all off, when we finally got there, the bugger didn't even pay us the cost of a coffee!!!
You swore after that you'd never come back here again but I'm holding out that you will :P