Exhibit A

Notes from the daily life of a medical student in Cork. 92.5% fact and 7.5% fiction.

Don’t Pigeon Hole Me

The first all-you-can-eat restaurant I ever went to was in America, the group I was with was American and they laughed at me when I tried to use the same plate to get more food. (You have to get a new plate each time. I still don’t know why.) At the dessert trolley a very small child came dashing towards me and narrowly avoided a collision with my legs.

“Be careful, chicken.” I was overheard to say by one of the members of our party, a woman in her forties wearing short denim dungarees.

“Cristina, did you grow up in the country in IRE-land?

“I did.”

“Did your family keep hens when you were a child?”

“We did.”

“I could tell, because of how you addressed that child. It was very dear.”

It was a coincidence.

  1. nsomn said: I have been known to address people as petit-suisse, despite having never been to France.
  2. parasols said: I call people “chicken” too! And we did not keep hens.
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