Ahhh!

I know I said that there would be no posting for a couple days, but Don dropped me at the airport with HOURS to kill before my flight so here I am, paying exorbitant fees for internet access at these adorable little "SurfBox" booths in the main terminal.

I checked out of the hostel this morning around 8:30 and proceeded with my very awesome, very full and strategically packed new rucksack and my little wheeling suitcase over to O'Connell Street, the huge main boulevard in Dublin where I would be hopping the bus to DCU to drop off my suitcase and get a ride to the airport, hopefully without any mishaps. Last time I tried this I ended up on the wrong bus but thanks to several very helpful passengers, it all worked out fine, just took a bit longer.

So after waiting a few minutes the 19a arrived and I hopped on to confirm with the driver that this was indeed the bus I wanted.

"Hi sorry, does this bus go to DCU?"
"Yes it does."

I dropped in my fare and started heading toward the back but the driver stopped me.

"Hang on there love. You can catch the 4, the 4a, the 11, or the 19a. They'll all take you there."
"OK thank you!"
"You got it? The 4, the 4a, the 11, or the 19a."
"4-4a-11 19a, thanks!"

I was pretty sure that these numbers were different from the numbers that were given to me at the beginning of the week when I went into the Dublin Bus Office to ask about which routes to take, but clearly my memory of those numbers couldn't have been that great, as I ended up getting on the wrong bus that time.

Anyway, I made it to DCU without any mishap and even managed to remember enough of the campus to get to Don's office without having to call and pathetically ask for help (again). The door was open and I got there.

"Don! I made it! I didn't get lost at all!" I announced proudly.

Don was sitting at his desk behind a folded newspaper. He looked over the paper at me, chuckled, and tossed the paper down on the desk so that I could see the front page."

"Just be glad you weren't on THAT bus!"

Wtf?!?!