The Joys Of Being Forgetful:

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The joys of being forgetful: So, i get up this morning. Get ready to get the bus to Castlebar to collect dole an then catch one back to Galway. Have pocket full of 10, 20 & 50 cent's to pay the €15.50 single ticket...all i had. Have my iPod, to make the journey a more enjoyable one. In my own little happy world. That is, until. The bus reaches Ball. As the bus approaches Ball Mr.Genius here, suddenly realize's...*Hay, wait a minute numb nuts, where's your wallet?*...to which i can hear the faint sniggers of my wallet sitting comfortably at home in Galway in my bedroom draw. So in a mix of confusion an anger at my stupidity. I get off the bus in Ball with No money & no phone credit and start walking, thinking surely i'll be able to thumb a lift here an there. No, walked from Ball to Claremorris to Balindine to Tuam and only when (after five hours of walking) i wasn't able to move any further with the blisters on my feet that look bigger than Big Foot's Feet, hamstrings ready to give way. A few miles out from Claregalway, a nice french man pulled over an gave me a lift the rest of the way. Ahhhh...the joys of it.