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To Make it Count
By Fay Funk
This was something I had not accounted for on the journey there.
I didn’t have a lot of Sterling, but it was fine, some shops, especially around tourist areas, were willing to accept Euros. I rationed the Sterling I did have for our visit to a smaller town about an hour away from Belfast.
We bar-hopped, through the small Irish town whose name I cannot remember. Buzzed, I dug through my wallet for my last pieces of Sterling at the crowded final bar of the night to buy my last beer. I paid in exact change.
Wandering through the bar, mingling with both Irish and American people, my beer slowly disappearing. The Irish language professor with our group, halfway through his Solo cup of scotch, whipped everyone in the bar into song.
By the end of the night, I found myself alone in the bathroom, empty Guinness pint glass in hand. A thought occurred to me. I rinsed out the pint glass in the sink, stuffed it full of paper towels, and shoved it into my purse.
We rode back to the hotel that night, Irish language professor still singing loudly. The pint glass survived the journey from Northern Ireland to the Republic of Ireland, then the plane trip back to New York City, and finally Portland, Oregon.
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