Caught in a Trap

Auntie Peggy and I arranged to go to  a matinee performance of  Agatha Christie's 

The Mousetrap in the Gaeity Theater . 

We headed to the Luas station which was near her house to catch the tram into the city centre. While we were there a lady in her 60's came up to me and asked me where to get the ticket for car parking.

I looked at her blankly. After all I'm a culchie and had never been here before. Auntie Peggy lost no time in springing into action, brought her over to the machine, navigated her way through the touch screen and got to the right page. She took great pride in telling the lady that she was almost 91 years old.

The lady had the usual reaction to hearing Peggy's age.

"Your're NOT! I don't believe you. So are so sprightly and you don't look that age at all. What is your secret?"

The Luas arrived and we all got on. We were almost in the city and the lady and her two friends passed by us to get out at their stop. The lady stopped to rub Peggy's arm and say

"I just have to see if I can rub some of your good luck off and use it for myself!"

Of course herself and Peggy started chatting again until I pointed out that her friends had just gotten out on the platform. She raced to the door, just to have it slam shut in her face and the tram took off again.

She stood waving goodbye to her friends on the platform as we rapidly left the station.

She looked back at us in the carriage, shrugged her shoulders and said forlornly

"So much for bringing me good luck!"

Ah well.

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