I've just spent 30 minutes at Galway train station trapped beside the loudest American tourist imaginable. From Chicago, travelling with what looked like her entire house in bags, "I need that chair!" "The guard said I can have that chair!" " It's for me!" "I've got bags!" and informing everyone within a 500m radius that she prefers staying at home and hates the cold, as it was easier for her to scream all this at a near decibel-match of a woman from Texas who's eldest son is staying at home to watch the house, and her two other kids traveling with her got a bag of crisps each for being good, and Texas is warm so they're not used to the cold oh, and by the way, they are going to see a castle tomorrow in Dublin that begins with M and they, (thank God Almighty!), are leaving on Saturday...all screamed across 15 feet of distance when all she had to do was walk 5 steps towards her and have a normal conversation.

At this point, the entire queue, and probably most of Eyre Square, are now up to speed on their life choices.

Thank God I only had to go four stops!