Republic of Ireland, 2007
I was behind an elderly lady on queue at a small supermarket in the Temple Bar district when I noticed that one of the packets of sauce-mix that she was buying had been damaged.
The powder spilled across the scale; and, since the cashier did not observe this, I pointed it out. "Oh," she said "thank you." She told the customer that it would be okay for her to go pick out another one of the same, after checkout.
The poor old lady was obviously a little bit confused and, in fairness, the suggestion was inconsiderate. I asked the cashier did they not have somebody who could go get a replacement for the damaged packet. So she went off herself to do so.
I spoke during her excursion with the aul one she was old Dublin, from a time when you would not have seen such hurried, unhelpful demeanor. There's nothing wrong with a little customer service, we agreed.
When the total bill came up, the lady was just a bit short of enough money, so I gave the cashier a fiver, from which she then gave me the change.
We said our pleasant goodbyes, the old lady and I both of us feeling better than before.
There's a beautiful indoor marketplace, next door to Dunne's Stores the shop that I had been in. I walked through this area George's Street Arcade just looking.
Out the other end of the covered marketplace, I encountered a scene which I needed to photograph. An old man and a young woman were sitting on a bench, looking very Irish.
Working in a department store, I asked a customer if she'd like to have a drink with me....
The young woman said to me "That was really nice what you did."
"In the shop. I was behind you in queue. What you did for that lady was nice. It warmed my heart."
"Oh," I said and babbled something that I don't remember. She asked me if I wanted to join them on the bench, to which I naturally said yes.
The aul lad was a good sport about it. He'd once been younger he knew why I wanted to talk with her. He presented himself as a bit of a rough character, and I suspect that it was not all bluff and bluster. He said that he only enjoyed crime fiction, when he read books.
We talked about various topics, as people do. I think the old fella began to feel excluded, which I regretted later he excused himself to "go see a man about a dog." The girl asked him about the dog and I had to explain to her that this is a typical expression, a euphemism. (It means, basically, "I'm going to go somewhere else now.") We laughed that an American would have to explain the local (European-English) expression to a native.
After ten or fifteen minutes she took her first digital photograph during this time she said she needed to go keep an appointment. I walked with her back through the marketplace to George Street, and we stood together to say our goodbyes.