One for the (rail)road

Tomorrow is the last day of school before the summer break.
This means that there will be less Darting Pain shots in the next eight weeks.

I will miss the cycling down to the Dart station with Luca on the cross bar and his questions about the running speed of velociraptors and other struthiomimuses.

I will miss the smile and greeting of the Brazilian girls who hands us our copy of the Metro Herald shite commuter newspaper at Salthill and Monstown Dart station.

I will miss my conversations with Luca on the effects of radiation and all things nuclear until Pearse Street station.

I will miss watching him add some hilariously expressive little lizards to the photos in the shite commuter newspaper (news is a very loose term here. It is mostly about Lady Gaga and cute baby tigers).

I will miss my 40 minutes of uninterrupted reading between Kilbarrack and Salthill-Monkstown.

I will miss Kevin at Kilbarrack Dart station.

I will not miss the grumpy bollix at Kilbarrack Dart station (you know who you are)

I will not miss the grumpy bollix at Salthill-Monkstown Dart station (you know who you are)

I will not miss trying to buy a ticket on Monday mornings when the credit card machine does not work.

I will not miss Luca farting on the train and me dying with the embarrassment.

I will not miss the dozens of disgusting passengers who snort and swallow rather than use tissues.