St. Patrick’s Day: It’s Paddy, Not Patty!
It's been maybe 10 and a half years since I last celebrated St. Patrick's Day in Ireland and through traveling around this fine world, I've had this conversation too many times to count:
Someone: 'Where are you from?'
Me: 'Ireland.'
Someone: 'Oh, you're Irish! Me too.'
Me: 'Really? What part of Ireland are you from?'
Someone: 'Oh, I've never actually been to Ireland. My great-grandmother was Irish.'
Me: 'So where in America are you from?'
There's no day in the whole year that this conversation happens more than on March 17th... or the Saturday after if it falls on a weekday. There's also the whole rigmarole of me also having to prove I'm Irish on occasion due the fact that six years in England and four in Korea has led to my accent being a bit askew. Also living with a Canadia...