Jameson

The B train carriage is papered with ads for Jameson whiskey. One shows a dry-stone wall sitting on what appears to be snooker-table baize.
“Maybe people just like things that come from Ireland,” runs the tagline.

I look around at my fellow passengers.

Maybe people just like things that come from Puerto Rico.
Maybe people just like things that come from Korea.
Maybe people just like things that come from the Dominican Republic.
Maybe people just like things that come from China.
Maybe people just like things that come from Belize.
Maybe people just like things that come from big drink conglomerates like Pernod-Ricard.

Or maybe, just maybe, they couldn’t give a rat’s arse.