six: sulky irish women vs fine looking european women
i am really happy with the my passengers. i love the germans and the flemish and the dutch and the swiss are okay too. but the irish are difficult. first of all: i don't understand them. my driver has this terrible southern accent (from north carolina) but i have not much trouble underststanding him. when i was talking about part of the spanish speaking population in florida not speaking one word of english, he joked he didn't know how to speak english either. he's cool. the irish however think they speak english but they don't. i really have trouble connecting with them and that's sad. one pair are newly weds, another pair have been married for 40 years. then there's another couple of which the wife constantly tells me what i should do: put music on, stop at a shopping mall etc... but nothing bad. However, one Irish party is hell. they are called Deirdre and Jenny Cronin. mother and daughter. i haven't seen them smile one single moment. they are pretty weird but they are a pain in the neck.
there's a lot of things going wrong on this tour and i don't mind hearing complaints because i don't take anything personal. but these women do play it personal. i have changed the itinerary yesterday in the interest of everyone but they took offence in me taking that decision without consulting them. they qlso demanded me to have it in written why i changed the itinerary and spent the entire night waiting for me to give them that statement so that they could still fax it yesterday to Ireland. the daughter told me i had no manners. well fuck you lady. i really need to force myself to ignore those people, but i'm so eager to make them ridiculous for the entire group or do another juvenile thing like calling them names or give pointy remarks. i don't understand people who go on a holiday and spent their entire holiday thinking how they could get their money back instead of enjoying themselves. that's british. i thought the irish were cooler.
the two kids from brussels are very on their own. they came too late yesterday. the only time that happened so far. it's sad that it had to be them cos the flemish all gave remarks on them being too french. the girl seems to have entered miss brussels competitions and her black boyfriend seem to enjoy being her toyboy. but she's in charge. no doubt about that.
the three suspected cool gay guys turn out to be just friends who asked me to go drink cocktails with them. wich i did of course. they stressed out they were not gay and starting singing songs by Flip Kowlier when they found out i am westflemish. they are cool. the weird gay guy is stil weird. he has done the same trip 6 years ago. i cannot imagine someone wanting to do that trip again.
most of the dutch people are young. one of them is so incredibly cute. she has curly hair and has naive questions and is so happy. she gets along fine with the turkish girl too and they both wanted to go swimming with dolphins and asked me to arrange that. the turkish girl came to tell me i shouldn't bother anymore because she 'couldn't swim for a few days'. i have two sisters so i didn't have to ask her why.
there's a lot of things going wrong on this tour and i don't mind hearing complaints because i don't take anything personal. but these women do play it personal. i have changed the itinerary yesterday in the interest of everyone but they took offence in me taking that decision without consulting them. they qlso demanded me to have it in written why i changed the itinerary and spent the entire night waiting for me to give them that statement so that they could still fax it yesterday to Ireland. the daughter told me i had no manners. well fuck you lady. i really need to force myself to ignore those people, but i'm so eager to make them ridiculous for the entire group or do another juvenile thing like calling them names or give pointy remarks. i don't understand people who go on a holiday and spent their entire holiday thinking how they could get their money back instead of enjoying themselves. that's british. i thought the irish were cooler.
the two kids from brussels are very on their own. they came too late yesterday. the only time that happened so far. it's sad that it had to be them cos the flemish all gave remarks on them being too french. the girl seems to have entered miss brussels competitions and her black boyfriend seem to enjoy being her toyboy. but she's in charge. no doubt about that.
the three suspected cool gay guys turn out to be just friends who asked me to go drink cocktails with them. wich i did of course. they stressed out they were not gay and starting singing songs by Flip Kowlier when they found out i am westflemish. they are cool. the weird gay guy is stil weird. he has done the same trip 6 years ago. i cannot imagine someone wanting to do that trip again.
most of the dutch people are young. one of them is so incredibly cute. she has curly hair and has naive questions and is so happy. she gets along fine with the turkish girl too and they both wanted to go swimming with dolphins and asked me to arrange that. the turkish girl came to tell me i shouldn't bother anymore because she 'couldn't swim for a few days'. i have two sisters so i didn't have to ask her why.
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