Seriously, there were absolutely no taxis. At all. They just weren't arriving. I've never experienced anything so bad, and believe me, if you're from Dublin you are well used to shit taxi service. We had to queue in the freezing, icy cold for two hours. It was like hell. I was wearing my high heeled Campers, which are usually comfortable, but not after a mile long walk and then a two hour, um, stand. Especially as I was wearing fishnets, which after a while started feeling as if I was standing on a chain link fence. My feet are all blistered today, and as I usually wear very comfy shoes (god bless you, Camper, for making cute little flats), I don't think I've ever had a blister on the sole of my foot rather than just my heel or somewhere else where a new shoe has rubbed into it. So now I can't walk. Well, I can, obviously, but every step is horribly painful. Fucking Dublin. I hate you and your arsey taxi drivers.
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Seriously, there were absolutely no taxis. At all. They just weren't arriving. I've never experienced anything so bad, and believe me, if you're from Dublin you are well used to shit taxi service. We had to queue in the freezing, icy cold for two hours. It was like hell. I was wearing my high heeled Campers, which are usually comfortable, but not after a mile long walk and then a two hour, um, stand. Especially as I was wearing fishnets, which after a while started feeling as if I was standing on a chain link fence. My feet are all blistered today, and as I usually wear very comfy shoes (god bless you, Camper, for making cute little flats), I don't think I've ever had a blister on the sole of my foot rather than just my heel or somewhere else where a new shoe has rubbed into it. So now I can't walk. Well, I can, obviously, but every step is horribly painful. Fucking Dublin. I hate you and your arsey taxi drivers.
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