About a year ago I was trying to convince my father to attempt an Ireland trip again. We tried a couple of times and it didn't work so the towel was tossed. The thought was maybe we would get someone to drive us around and show us the sights and my comment was "our luck we'd pull up and it'd be some fucking gay shiboon nigger from Egypt or something and not curly red haired blue-eyed lass with one hell of a brogue"