Damn You, "Irish" Pubs

You ain't Irish. You ain't nothin'.

They trick me with their damn Gaelic names. Gaelic writing on the walls. Wood beams on the ceilings. It looked like some of the real pubs I visited in Scotland. But damn it-there are quesadillas on the menu. And the beers range from crap to everyday mediocre. Damn you, tricksy "pubs."

Grrr.

In Boston, people pay no attention to crosswalks, pedestrian lights, etc...Instead, one idiot will look up and down the street, evaluate the traffic and decide to go for it anyway. Others will follow the idiot and cross the street with cars barreling towards them at full speed. I decided I could easily become a mass murderer simply by crossing the street at the right (i.e. wrong) time.