Why I love the Irish some more

January 11, 2005 2:21 PM

Somewhere between Cork and Tralee our (rather smelly and foul mouthed) bus driver is trying to turn into a bus station. A woman in a white car is in the way and can't seem to decide whether to drive forward, or backward and whether to turn or not.

Says the bus driver after cursing her to hell and back: "If she'd a plane, she'd be dangerous."

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