An Irish Bridge
An American colleague of mine was sent o look at a site in Ireland called O’Malley’s . He was close but decided to stop the car and ask an old chap leading a donkey if he was on the right road. ‘Oh,’ said the old man, ‘you go along this road for about a mile and just after you go under the bridge that isn’t there any more, turn left and it’s just on your right.’
My friend was intrigued and said, ‘I just want to make sure I’ve got this right. I go under the bridge that isn’t there any more and turn left?’
‘Aren’t you the bright one,’ the old fellow said. ‘Your American and you’ve come all the way across the Atlantic and you’ve got that right first time.’
When my friend told me about it, I asked if he’d found O’Malleys.
‘Oh, yes,’ he said. ‘I just went under the bridge that wasn’t there any more and there it was.’