Anyone else think internet cafes in Ireland are the nexus of the universe? You get all sorts of people in here, from the goths talking loudly in the corner about some arsehole band, to the Africans laughing away at the counter, to the Chinese girl who needs everyone to repeat everything twice (Can I have two computers? One or two? Two), to the pre-teen scumbags talking about who's on Bebo in their high pitch whine, to the teenage scumbags talking about who they are meeting off of Bebo (just heard: that's your one I'm meant to be meeting....WHERE'S MY WIDGET?!), to the Spanish students looking alone and terrified, to the so obviously a pervert he even wheres a trenchcoat guy, who has booked the computer beside him and put down his coat on the chair, so no-one can see what he is looking at, to the Polish guys who, in stark contrast to the trenchcoat man, are looking up porn in full view of everyone, to people like me, randomly laughing at this madness and gettng funny stares off of everyone (the WIDGET?! thing in particular).
Sometimes you just gotta love how horribly weird this life is
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