Words, Words, Words (Sixth Edition)

The words just keep coming. I've entirely justified myself out of feeling guilty for looking to overhear others. After all, listening closely makes sure that I'm always present, always alert, and that's the best way to be anywhere.

I know. The justification needs just a little more work as my cover for lurking around the unsuspecting. Anywho, have a look and a laugh (that's the only justification that I can honestly make). If you can, read these quotes and try to imagine the exact tones that made them stand out, whether indignant, significant, flippant, sincere, or absurd.

"I don't want to do English, it's boring as f**k!" - girl in the Agriculture Building.

"Why do you think I emigrated?" - French professor when asked if she likes her home country.

"Happy Christmas!" - every public sign beginning November 1st.

"Loads of people like our doggie!" - little girl with a puppy in Killarney National Park.

"That's your only function as a woman." - joking man risking castration in Newman.

"The trail is beautiful, be still." - inscription of bench along Poolbeg Trail in Sandymount.

"You're looking summer-y today." - my landlady when I came downstairs wearing one sweater instead of three.

"I'm Irish. What's your superpower?" - modest sign in Dublin Airport.

"Are you ready to make more sins?" - Swedish hostel manager in Barcelona.

"Cero-cero-siete. Me llama Bond. James Bond." - boy in line in Barcelona Airport.

"Holy sh*t, I'm a Dubliner." - me when I returned from Spain and was relieved to see the rainy, cold Dublin streets.