A few months back there was a major delay on the buses. As I was waiting at my stop on O’Connell Street I saw a little old lady milling in and out of the crowd. She was one of those tiny little ones who looked like a strong wind would shake her, but quite likely had more energy than all of us put together.
Eventually she came up to me. I had headphones on which sometimes deters people, but not my new friend. ‘Excuse me’, she said, ‘Could you tell me what the machine, (The RTPI), says about the next bus?’. I told her what I could, that there were major delays and it might be a while. She didn’t seem all that bothered once she knew there was a delay and by then she seemed to have decided we were friends and kept chatting. Continue reading