Dubliner: So, how long are ya staying' then?
Me: Seventeen days.
Dubliner: Lovely. And these students of yours, they're good ones?
Me: Yes, they've been wonderful.
Dubliner: No callin' ya out of bed or anythin?
Me: No, nothing like that.
Dubliner: Then do ya mind if I ask ya a bit of a personal question, then?
Me: Go right ahead.
Dubliner: Do all Americans wear their shirts wrong way out when they travel?
Me: [discovering the tag on my sweater on the outside] Only when we're lacking a pint.
Dubliner: Ah! Let's get the lass a pint then before she starts wearing' the wrong shoes on 'er feet!
Me: I love Ireland.