I dropped Mrs.Bullet to Heuston to catch the Galway train. I was going up the flyover at Beaumont and left into the bus lane, a bus coming from Santry turned right, then veered left into the lane I was in.
Combine that with every asshole jockeying for space, taxi drivers being the worst, is it any wonder you day drivers end up with heart attacks and strokes?
I had the dog with me leaning out the window, but it didn't stop cretins coming up and asking would I take them somewhere. "Get f**ked" probably isn't something daytime punters are used to!
