Day 77

Today I met a man at the bus stop. He offered me a seat after I had set my heavy groceries down with a sigh (possibly one of the things I hate most about living in Dublin. You have to pay for bags to carry stuff in...and then of course you have to carry it who knows how far). Anyways I took my seat and he asked if I got anything good. It was sadly just groceries and he smiled as he remembered that I was out of class because there was a strike today. "Seems like there's one all the time," he said. Of course, after a few sentences from me he realised I was American somewhat making a jab at my accent, but was still sweet nonetheless and smiled as he got onto his bus.