Man, what a day! I swear, being a car instructor in Midleton is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee (which, by the way, was way too strong—like, who needs that much caffeine?), and head out. The sun’s shining, but it’s that weird Irish weather, ya know? One minute it’s sunny, next it’s drizzling. Classic Midleton!
First stop, I’m meeting this newbie, Jamie, at the corner of Main St. and Mill Rd. I’m thinkin’, “Alright, let’s get this show on the road.” But Jamie? Oh boy. They show up late, and I’m just standing there, lookin’ like a lost tourist. Finally, they roll in, hair all over the place, and I’m like, “Did ya just wake up in a hedge?”
We hop in the car, and I’m tryin’ to keep it chill. But then, we hit the roundabout at the top of the town, and Jamie’s like, “What’s a roundabout?” I’m like, “Seriously? You’re gonna learn today!” So, we go round and round, and I’m feelin’ like I’m on a merry-go-round. I’m yellin’, “Signal! For the love of all that’s holy, signal!”
Then, we cruise down Church Lane. Beautiful street, right? But Jamie’s still clueless. They nearly take out a cyclist. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t just swerve like that! This ain’t Mario Kart!” I’m half-laughing, half-pulling my hair out.
Next, we head towards the distillery. Midleton’s famous for it, right? I’m tryin’ to give a little history lesson, but Jamie’s too busy staring at the whiskey barrels. “Can we stop for a drink?” they ask. I’m like, “You’re 17! Focus on the road!”
After that, we hit the back roads near the park. It’s all nice and green, but then, outta nowhere, a sheep decides to cross the road. I slam the brakes, and Jamie’s like, “What’s the big deal?” I’m like, “It’s a sheep! In the middle of the road! This ain’t a farm!”
Finally, we get back to the center, and I’m thinkin’, “Phew, survived that.” But no, Jamie’s like, “Can I drive again?” I’m like, “You just about killed us both!” But I can’t help but laugh. It’s all part of the job, right?
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I swing by the Midleton Farmers Market on the way home. Grab a scone, because, ya know, carbs fix everything. I sit down, watch the world go by, and think, “Man, this town is something else.”
Midleton’s got its quirks. The people, the streets, the sheep! It’s chaotic, but it’s home. And even on the craziest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.