You know those people who stand at airports with those signs? The ones that have people´s surnames on them. I think they are called "Greeters.´
RED CARS AND IRISH GREETERS
Ever wondered what they think as they stand, usually in all in a row (probably congregating just as red cars do? What, you have never noticed that red cars are always grouped together in the streets? Take a look next time you are out driving.)
I met a greeter in Ireland who eventually let me know what he was thinking about, and it wasn’t anything to do with red cars. He was a tall, lanky man who drove a small 12-seater bus and we greeted each other at the airport, loaded the bus and took off into the green countryside.
I commented on the rain. No comment from Lanky. I remarked upon the white houses. Silence from up front. I tried a variety of conversation starters and open-ended questions before giving up.
Suddenly Lanky swerved to the side of the road, turned around to me sitting behind him and peered at me with his big, serious, watery eyes. "You may go hungry out here," he informed me morosely. "Hungry," I asked.
"Yes," he nodded. "Its been too wet."
"Too wet for what?"
"Too wet for the farmers. There´s a potato shortage."
"Oh," I said, unsure how to respond to this startling news.
He looked around furtively before leaning towards me and whispering conspiratorially. "But you can find them if you know where to look."
I nodded, floored by this mind-blowing revelation.
It was the right thing to do, because Lanky nodded slowly, solemnly pressed thin lips together, turned around and started the engine. A companionable silence filled the little bus.
Yes, sometimes you have to let go of the preconceived assumption that everyone thinks like you and learn where to get black-market spuds. Go with the flow. Especially when you have an Irish Lanky Greeter.
I love travel.