Walking down the street in Dublin the other day, I was stopped by a respectably dressed older woman.
Her: Do you know where Boots is?
Me: I’m terribly sorry, I’m afraid I don’t.
Her: Never mind, it’s just that you looked like you would know, not like some other people.
I will be 40 next year.
My hair is like Hilary Clinton’s.
Are all of these things unrelated? I think not.
I’m a bit disappointed that you don’t know where Boots is. But I’m not sure Hilary Clinton would either.
By ‘OTHER PEOPLE’ do you think she meant … those from beyond our shores??? Just a possibility …
There is one on Grafton street, in case you meet her again.