I spotted Tom Dunne in Woodies in Sallynoggin just before Christmas, he came across as a bit of a cunt. He was queuing behind me at the till and one of the items I was buying didnât have a barcode on it so I offered to run down and get one with the barcode to assist the cashier. By the time I got back Dunne (the ignorant cunt) had shuffled his way past my kids who were waiting for me at the till to skip ahead of me and disrupt my transaction without a sorry, thank you or kiss my arse. I had to stand in no mans land for a few minutes while the impatient prick completed his purchase. I was livid.
In Tom Dunnes version of this story, he was called forward by the cashier, while some touched lad from the country took an age to find the screwdriver with a barcode. Said lad from the country kept staring at him looking for an apology, but it wasnât Toms fault that he had picked out a screwdriver without the barcode and he hot footed it out of there because yer man was getting a bit intense.
Tom is the most alright of alright sorts, to be honest Iâd have him up there with Creedon, this is as upsetting for me as the time that John revved the engine of his vintage merc in Killaloe and ploughed through @Lockeâs bicycle gang sending them flying into the ditches.
would you not have stood aside rather than delay him with your foostering. Tom is notoriously impatient as captured in The Patience Business
Been a long time, been a very long time
Been a very long time indeed
Here a long time itâs too long a time
My ears will start to bleed
Fran keeps me waiting here
Fran keeps me waiting here
Sitting on my hands to stop myself exploding (Yeah)
I canât get used to this patience business (No)
The seconds grab the minutes say âWhere are we being ledâ
Iâm going to have to pinch myself, am I alive or dead
Donât keep me waiting here
Donât keep me waiting here