They arrived at 13:25 and proceeded through customs, which, when you arrive in Ireland, is a hallway with a machine similar to the one that you put your bags through before you get on the plane to come to ireland except that this one is without proper lighting, staff to opporate it or the machine itself.
Guinness and Baileys bid you Failte (welcome) and you walk right out to the lovely older brother who is holding a sign and holding the keys to the newly rented Fiesta.
Except that the brother is still on the bus because he didn't set his alarm an hour and a half ahead of schedule and was thus on the bus an our later than intended.
Not to worry, they say. I'm sure he'll get here in a moment or two. We'll just look after the car.
you'd like a car
yes. will you be our driver?
pardon me?
stephen, don't be difficult
yes. we would like a car.
right so. you're over 25 then?
yes?
stephen...
no, i am not
right then, no bodder. that'll just be *clickity-clickity-click* an extra fifty euro a day
steve. steve, are you okay. [steve stands back up]
i'm sorry about that, i just thought you said an extra fifty euro a day
i did
hey you! stop doing that. [steve stands up again]
well Leanne, i think we'll just wait for Bird to show up.
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