I was getting off the train in Dun Laoghaire this morning, while trying to put the SCA Known World Handbook in my bag as I walked, and nearly crashed into someone. The reason I nearly crashed into her was that she was about five feet tall, and the only sign of her presence at my eye level was an antenna sticking out of the huge green pack she was carrying. I stepped back, and followed the usual routine for when I've been spending too much time in Davon rather than Dublin, which is to bow slightly and sweep out an arm in the direction of travel. And then I saw her properly. She was about five feet tall, black, dressed in army camo gear, dark glasses, with a stars-and-stripes bandana on her head, a pack nearly as big as she was with a load of radio gear in the top - and a machine gun. I don't know one gun from another, but this was definitely something that meant business. She took a step back, looked at me over the shades... and then said, in a good solid Deep South accent "Hail, and well met!" and walked past me onto the train just as the doors closed.
I think I stood there gaping for a minute. I'm telling you, the weird follows me around.
I think I stood there gaping for a minute. I'm telling you, the weird follows me around.
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