It was a small thing, not really that important. But it made me smile a little bit. Here I was in Ireland and everything was Irish, right down to the urinal filter. Everything seemed right and complete, a perfect little ecosystem that we walked right into.
One week later, we walked off the plane at CVG in Northern Kentucky at 5:00 pm, hustled through baggage claim and I quickly made my way to the bathroom. As I looked down into the urinal I learned a little something and took the picture above.
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