A Brazilian man, currently residing in Ireland, phoned.
He said he’s been living in Dublin for five years. Loves to party and “paint the town”. He works as a concierge at a luxury hotel. He hates working at a hotel and dislikes most of his fellow employees: “the drama’s repugnant”. He’s in the process of looking for new employment.
He said he’d love for me to come visit. I’d like to visit Dublin someday. The conversation broke up, as I was riding on a bus in upstate New York.