The lobby lion-tamer is at it again.
A woman bought the Herald – 70 pence – and asked for a receipt. What on earth for? It’s not like she paid with a £50 note, but with a £1 coin. I’ve never given a receipt that made sense.
Only stupid people have stories. They let dumb shit happen to them. They don’t plan ahead. A story is, after all, just something stupid that happened that could have been avoided if you’d thought ahead. Or not been so dumb as to think that things would just take care of themselves. Good, smart people don’t have stories. They have comments. “That was a nice day,” or, “I’m in love.” Stupid people have, “So, anyway, you would not BELIEVE what just happened to me! I was seeing this girl, right, but I wasn’t really in it as much as she was but I just thought it would go away and THEN I met this OTHER girl…”
The right decisions never prompt a nine minute explanation. Smart people look ahead and have the courage to make the right decisions. Only stupid people have stories. Dublin has made me into a stupid person. And a lot of it comes from my ignorance of what I was getting into and my ignorance of Ireland and her people. But ignorance is a form of stupidity and ignorance of the law is no defense.
A receipt on £1.60, paid in exact change with small coins, for a pack of cigarette papers and winegums and a newspaper. Why?