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The Story of 'Old Guy' |
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The tour group took a bus from Lancaster (home of the second largest Amish community in the country) to New York to catch the plane to the Emerald Isle, and this is where the story of Old Guy begins. Most of the people on the bus were enjoying a few beers on the four hour trip to NY, Old Guy being no exception. Apparently Old Guy, who was about 80 and had no teeth, enjoyed more than a few beers, and a cigarette or two in the bathroom, and was soon dancing in the aisles. He was also more then friendly towards the female passengers and other people's beer (not necessarily in that order), but in his defense, he did offer people his cheese log (yes, an actual cheese log, that was not a thinly veiled innuendo). At some point he tried to start a fight with a couple of the guys on the bus who had their ears pierced, 'Hello Old Guy, welcome to January 15, 1976'. Upon arriving at the airport he promptly left his luggage, unattended mind you, in the check-in area to go to the bar. He was not see for some time until we were waiting at the gate where he was seen standing around smoking, not even trying to hide it. After a brief but heated discussion Old Guy was escorted out of the area by a security guard and the president of Aer Lingus, he was never seen again, we're not sure where he went or how he got home and there was always a bit of fear hanging over the trip that maybe he'd catch another flight and show up. While he'd be amusing to have at first he would've quickly turned into a nightmare. No one else on the trip knew him, I maintain that he was using the trip to get back to the homeland and was going to make a break for it once we got to Ireland. |
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