I was walking back from the bank, the sun was shining my Ipod plugged into my ears and I saw a whole lot of youngsters, not very savoury characters, I guess bums/druggies/drunks or all 3. I remember thinking how awful it would be to end up like that when I get a squirt of something wet on my foot...I wanted to stop, recoil, see what the heck it was, but did not want to give anyone the satisfaction.
I walked into Spar, luckily 15 metres along and looked for some cleansing wipes which I found. Then against my better judgement and my brain telling me NOT A GOOD IDEA I reached down with my hand and touched the wetness on my leg and then sniffed it...I have a terrible personality trait, I do not like NOT knowing, so of course I had to try and find out what the heck it was. It smelt disgusting, thank goodness not the bodily fluid stench I was dreading, still have no idea what it was...kind of smelled like Thai fish sauce. I cleaned up, used the wipes and luckily the Spar has 2 exits so managed to vacate the Spar without going past the PLACE again!
So today I had my worst Dublin experience to date.
Licence my arse
10 hours ago