So far today is, um, not going so well.

I’ll say what a lot of expats in Ireland want to say but don’t have the balls to come out and say it – Irish people can be pricks.

Queue indignation and upset from the internet

This is not to say that other people from other places aren’t pricks. There are pricks in every town and every city in the world. I can think of at least 15 people who annoy the crap out of me in the US alone, and that’s not counting the government or any other civil servants I’ve had to deal with in the past years. Don’t believe me? I’ll give you names:
Jayson, Steve, Lauren, Emily, Sarah, Justin, Patty, Josh, Jaime, Jon, Aaron, ANOTHER Emily, Abigail, Sean, most people on the internet (not you, of course), and Betty. That is just the tip of the iceberg.

And no one would argue with me about that. They say, "Yeah, Betty, she’s a piece of work, huh?" because they are Americans. And there are lots of us – 300+ gazillion or something. That’s A LOT of people to turn out to be homicidal maniacs or bad drivers or jerks. Actually the only place on earth that I did not encounter one prick was Dubai which leads me to believe that the UAE is filled with the loveliest of people who want to build islands in the middle of the gulf, and towers that are outfitted with Armani. They let me go to the bathroom in restaurants when I wasn’t dining there. THAT IS HOSPITALITY. Thank you KFC of Dubai.

Irish people have a reputation for being friendly. Sometimes overly so. Sometimes they tell you that you are wearing a low cut shirt and then ogle you and you’re all, um, personal boundaries? No? Okay, never mind.

And then sometimes they can just be pricks, like a person from any other country in the world except the UAE. Like when they leave their fast food wrappers and cups on the table when they are done eating. Like dumping it in the bin on the way out the door is too much work. Or when they come up to you and yell "WMDs!" on a DAILY BASIS.

Or, when you’re getting on the train in the morning and a small woman with big bug-eyed sunglasses on quite literally trips you so she can have the last seat in the carriage. Trips you. And you fall. And she steps over you to get to the seat.

I’m not saying there aren't pricks everywhere, but there definitely are a few here.

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Liz in Dublin