A wee bit o’ Irish–and some quick maths–go a long way
The question I dreaded answering came early in our recent trip to Ireland at around 5:30 a.m. on the drive from Dublin airport to our hotel from our 62-year-old cab driver, a seemingly nice enough bloke and good conversationalist, who, as we discovered after using an app to hail a cab with a set and transparent price for the return trip, probably charged us about double the normal fare (my bad for not asking his rate in the first place).
“So, do ye hav’ any Irish in ye? Any relations still livin’ here?
I avoided his eyes fixed on me in the rearview mirror, hung my head, and hesitated.… Read the rest