As I stood behind the till an elderly couple approached me. Both seemed to be in good health and they were sure to have a few more seasons left in them.
Me: “Ah, hello there.”
I start to scan through their items.
The woman, who was wearing the tricolour hat, starts to chat to me.
Maura: “Have you been watching the parade? Any plans for later?”
Me: “Well I’ve been at the till since the shop opened, so no.”
Maura: “Sure you could watch the highlights later on the telly.”
Me: “Probably not. I’m not a fan of St. Patrick’s Day.”
Her face contorts and she glares at me.
Maura: “And you call yourself Irish what’s wrong with you?”
Me: “I call myself many things, Irish included. I just don’t believe in joining the masses in parading about in the stereotypical fashion that the
world has of us.”
The husband nods in agreement.
Maura: “Bah! What do you know!? Come on Jim.”
Jim: “Goodbye, Son.”
Me: “Take care.”
Well she certainly turned sour quite quickly. Was it something I said? # BaldManProblems