Words, Words, Words (Fifth Edition)

I've gone snooping internationally for the first time, to Belfast. Somehow it's a British city brimming with Irish inhabitants. Architecture, accents, attractions, all of it should've blended just a little more jarringly than Belfast actually felt.

Similarly, the end of October ushered in the twilight of fall and the onset of very long nights. Darkness falls at just before five p.m. If it all sounds mysterious or well-worded, thank you. I'm just killing time with a little intro of all Dublin's changes before I transcribe the oddities which I keep hearing.

Here goes.

"I like the mullet look." - girl on campus.

"I hate being late! I'm German!" - a panicked German indulging a stereotype in Newman.

"So tell me about the new impending environmental crises." - woman beginning phone conversation on campus.

"Remove your hat." - bouncer of Whites Tavern in Belfast when I offered my ID.

"Father, I know that divorce is a sin, but..." - likely prayer of woman whose husband held his Guinness in one hand and his infant in the other.

"Please let the other passengers alight before attempting to board the train." - PA announcement in Belfast station.

"Zombies Hate Fast Food." - sign of encouragement for runners in Dublin marathon.

"What are you after?" - bartender asking for drink orders in River Bar, Dublin.

"Did I hear a whiff of you going out?" - girl leaving Science Centre on Halloween.

"And then it's Christmas!" - girl on campus on Halloween.

"It sounds great in an American accent, just so confident. Like, ass!" - Irishman sounding envious in MacSwiggans, Galway.