Talking tea to turkey

One of my favorite places in all of Dublin is the Market Arcade. This market is found in a tunnel that goes right through the middle of all the large buildings. It is the epitome of a hole-in-the-wall kind of place. Little booths with clothes and scarves from the east, an almost cafe where I get soup a few times a week, and my favorite tea place are all located in the Arcade. Every time I meander through there I encounter something or somebody new.

Today, I was just picking up my weekly tea. I decided about 5 weeks ago that I would buy one bag a week of the loose-leafed goodness to reward myself for working that week. This is silly because I love my job, it's not work. And because I usually go on Tuesdays, before the week is even over. Like today.

I was talking with Aaron, my tea-selling friend, and basking in the aromas of my new Jasmine leaves. Our weekly chit-chats have become a routine. It's great. It's not usually spontaneous or leading to anything out of the ordinary.

But then David walks up. I didn't know David, but now I do. He's a friend of Aaron's, working in one of the booths in the Arcade. Since he sells war antiques, collectibles, and these old buttons with political jargon on them, he's unique from the get go. He's only a couple inches taller than me, but very large. He had a mug of cappuccino, white hair down past his shoulders, and a British accent. Having just returned from the States, we all started talking about his time in Pennsylvania.

"Apparently, they don't like it when you take road kill."

Seriouly? Seriously. The story goes, he was driving along toward Philly when he hit a turkey. This is strange to me. I've seen lots of road kill in my time in America, but not turkey. Anyway, he explained that after hitting the turkey and finding that it was still alive, he picked it up and took it with him.

"They are easier to pluck when they're still warm." Too much information. He made sure to tell us that even though he learned that it is illegal to pick up (and therefore eat) road kill in Pennsylvania, it did not stop him from enjoy a great many turkey sandwhiches. And even trying to get it back to Ireland by plane. Ha. Amazing.

I hope you enjoyed that half as much as I did.