Today was particularly exciting and noteworthy…or at least it was for other people. I had another lecture this morning and then came home, picked up our apartment, and caught up on some reading for class tomorrow. I also went to the store, and got more of the best canned chicken noodle soup I’ve ever had.
However, for people who were not me, the day was just a touch more exciting. I knew that Kelsey and Libby had planned to go into Dublin to shop, and I had tried connecting with them to meet up with them to no avail. What actually happened was Libby went into Dublin to find a stationary store, while Kelsey and Ashley went to Dun Laoghaire. While there, I’m told they ate lunch at a pub with the best soup in the history of broth-based lunches, and randomly discovered a castle in among a residential area not far outside of the Dun Laoghaire City Center.
After a little while, Rob and Danielle, who had been at IADT for an education conference, met up with them. The four of them decided to hop on the number 7 bus back into Dun Laoghaire to meet Libby, which is where our story takes a turn for the interesting and bizarre.
They took their seats on the upper deck where they soon witnessed a middle-aged man, with his very young son, light and proceed to smoke a cigarette. Like in most cities, there is no smoking permitted on the Dublin buses. The driver pulled over and came up to confront the man and ask him to put out his cigarette and leave the bus, both of which he promptly refused to do. This turned into a heated argument that resulted in the bus remaining stopped and the driver calling la gardaí (the Dublin Police Force) while the man continued to smoke his cigarette. He reasoned that he would finish his smoke and leave, and there wasn’t a thing anyone could do, especially if he had a small child with him. In the meantime, he wandered around both floors of the bus threatening all passengers not to tell la gardaí anything they had witnessed which, if had been recorded, I’m sure would have been the next auto-tuned hit on YouTube, following in the footsteps of Bed Intruder, Double Rainbow, and Ke$ha. Based on what I’ve gathered from Ashley, Danielle, Kelsey, and Rob, the perpetrator looked “like a meth addict” and they feared “he was going to shank us.”
As soon as his cigarette was done and he thoroughly reminded all passengers that the bus driver was crazy and to tell la gardaí they didn’t see or smell nothing, he and the child were gone. The bus then technically shut down, only dropping off the passengers that were already on board, which is how the four Duhawks on board the bus got dropped off in downtown Dublin rather than Dun Laoghaire, and ended up wandering O’Connell Street looking for a DART station for half an hour.
There are many lessons to be learned from this whole ordeal, ranging from don’t disobey No Smoking signs on buses in Dublin, to avoiding the number seven bus altogether. It is my personal opinion that the best thing I learned today is to be thankful for what you have. For example, being home alone reading about economics sucks, but it sure beats getting threatened by a junkie on a city bus. At least I know my book won’t shank me.