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Mom’s return from her Ireland trip.
We talked for hours and she told us about the places she went, the food she ate, and the people she met.
One of my favorites took place when she took the bus to the airport from Dublin.
A man gets on the bus and asks the driver, “How long does it take you to get to the airport?”
The driver asks the man, “Do you have a watch?”
“Yes”, the man replies, looking at his wrist.
“Well”, the driver says, “time me.”

' May 19th, 2007 at 12:50pm

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