So, at the carboot this morning there was an Irishman talking to a Polish guy:
Irishman: I was in Dublin. In Dublin.
Polishman: Yes?
Irishman: Yes. In Dublin. Dublin. At No 1 O’Connell Street.
Polishman: Yes?
Irishman: And there was an alligator in the bank.
There aren’t alligators in Ireland? You know, not that we’re tripping over them in New Jersey, mind, just… Well, they always seemed sort of ubiquitous to me.
Or I’m entirely retarded.
More likely.
No alligators at all, except in zoos, NTT. And in Ireland, thanks to St Patrick, they don’t have any snakes, either.
Be sure to thank this Mr. St. Patrick for me. I hate snakes. 🙂
Geez, and I would have thought of all the things you would bank on it’s not having a gator in there
Must me something about me. I am Polish after all, and didn’t get it. What am I missing? 😦
Just that the poor guy was nodding frantically and being really pleased that he’d understood everything and then, bang, he gets hit with a sentence that was so completely off the wall. I suppose you had to be there, really. But it did make me laugh.
Ha ha ha. Silly me. On the other hand, if the Polish guy didn’t say a word, you wouldn’t know if he understood or not until his eyes popped out of this head at the bottom line. Too funny. 😀
Christ on a bike. I go to that bank. All the time. And I might as well tell you I’ve sometimes felt that an alligator might be appropriate in there myself. Can’t believe I missed it.
Blimey. I thought I might have misheard it. I must go and look it up. But I did feel for the Polish guy. He must have thought, right up until the end, that he was following the conversation really well.
Oh, you still might have misheard it. Any carnivorous predator would do in that particular branch, trust me.