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Waiting for the bus

Thought I'd forgotten ya, didn't you? Truth be told, it's been far too long since I posted, and even longer since I put up another in the growing series of bronze friends.

On Saturday, Michelle and I went a bit out of our way to go to this little Mexican restaurant called Taco Taco. See, the thing is it's a universal law that says you can't get good Mexican in Ireland. It's just, I'm unwilling to accept it as fact, so I keep banging my head against a wall that I know is there. And man we've had some ... well maybe not bad per se, but certainly weird Mexican food here. Like french fries with salsa on them (not that I've ordered them myself). Seriously. And I'm not even saying it's disgusting, for all I know, it might actually be pretty tasty. But one thing for sure it's not, is Mexican. At least not how I know it to be. What I think happened is someone who's never been to Mexico started a Mexican restaurant, and they had a customer come in who had been to Mexico (or at least LA which is basically the same thing, culinarily speaking), and Mr. Customer said "yeah, I can't believe you don't have chips and salsa... every Mexican restaurant should serve chips and salsa!".

You probably already see where this bit is going, right?

Anyway, on our little jaunt back from the rumored-to-have-good-Mexican place I ran into these two birds, sitting and waiting for the bus. Nice ladies, but they're kind of rude taking up the whole bench like that, right? And I kept telling the one that it was probably raining inside of her purse, but she didn't listen.

Anyway, there they sit, and there you go: another installment in Scott's Bronze Buddies.

I could stop right there, but...okay, for just one moment, just for a little bit, can we talk about the sheer and utter ridiculousness for a city to pay workers to build a bench, and then pay other workers to throw some art on it and make that bench useless by the very people who paid for the bench? Mrs and Mrs Whatsit don't actually need to be sitting on the bench, right? We could move the bench four feet to the right and except for the falling over bit, they probably wouldn't complain a peep. Geez. Next thing you know cities are going to start creating whole buildings just to have a place to put art! I know, crazy, eh?

Makes you want to eat good Mexican food, in protest.