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Ron.M -> RE: A man was killed, maybe by Farruquito (Mar. 30 2004 9:40:39)
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When I was single and in my 20's I spent a couple of weeks in Tralee, Kerry all expenses paid as the survey ship I was meant to be working on had left and the return date was open due to factors such as weather etc.
On my flight from Belfast to Limerick there were only about 10 passengers, all couples except for myself.
The two extremely attractive young hostesses seemed to home in on me, sitting beside me and chatting and giving me free drinks and being very friendly and informal and on first-name terms.
They asked me if I would like a lift to Limerick from the airport, and perhaps would I like to have a drink with them in their Hotel if I had time.
My imagination started running riot, probably due to a diet of too many "Playboy" magazines and I could physically feel my heart rate increase as the brunette one looked into my eyes and in what seemed a quite unselfconscious way, ran her tongue casually across her upper lip.
As we continued chatting they asked if I could possibly take some Duty Free whisky and cigarettes through for them, since they were not allowed to.
Naturally I agreed, and they came back with some stuff. Quite a lot of stuff, actually.
"Are you sure I'm allowed all this?" I said.
"Oh, don't worry, they're not very strict at Limerick," she said "Anyway, if they do stop you then just say you didn't know. The worst they would do is just take the stuff from you."
When we landed, I came through Customs no problem, and there were the two beauties waiting for me, still in full uniform. [8D]
We got into their car and drove a few miles to their Hotel. My anticipation turning to butterflies in the tummy though I tried to maintain my cool.
As we sat having a drink in the bar, two guys came over and joined us.
"Hi Darling," the brunette one said. "This is Ron fron Scotland, he's been an absolute gem and brought some stuff through for us for the party on Saturday."
"Ron, this is my husband Dave, and that's Marie's husband Jack. They'll be able to give you a lift to the Bus Station to get the bus to Tralee".
They're a crafty lot, these Irish lassies! [:D]
Still, some good came of it.
The Company I worked for had sent a car to pick me up at the Airport, which of course I had missed, so when I arrived at Fenit (Tralee), the ship had left.
So I had two great weeks in Tralee, all expenses paid!
cheers
Ron
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