A few months ago I was randomly punched in the face on Dublin Bus.
It was late on a Saturday morning, and I was talking to a friend of mine at a perfectly normal speaking volume, making mundane smalltalk on a mostly-empty bus. We weren’t discussing anything controversial – it was just your run-of-the-mill catch up. And yet, all of a sudden, we were abruptly interrupted by a hoarse female voice beside us telling us to “Shut the f**k up.”
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