Only The Irish

A random thing happened today on the street that I am pretty sure only happens in Ireland. Stacy and I were walking to the Royal Dublin Society where our exams are held (which is weird, and inefficient, but that's the Irish) and we were going to cross the street. Which is sometimes a gamble since we still haven't mastered which way to look and the Dublin drivers are a little ferocious. There was an older man crossing with us and he made a comment about the poor driving abilities of the Irish. We laughed and said yea. Just as he finished saying that you have to be careful about crossing the street because they will just run you over, the light turned green and we had to run out of the way of a city bus who had started to move in our direction. We bonded with this older man about the driving. We said goodbye to him as we turned the corner and he proceeded straight. But before he continued on his way, he turned and said to us "What did the Pope say to his favorite altar boy". A little taken a back by the random joke telling on the street, we asked "What?". His response "Giddy Up". Only in Ireland are you walking along, make a friend, and get told a dirty joke on the street at 3 pm in the afternoon.

Oh Dublin, how we will miss you and your friendly friendly people.