"DÓNALL DEMPSEY INDEED!"




'LLANÓD YESPMED?"
he squinted at my driver's licence.




"It's pronounced CLANÓD!"
I said with extreme exasperation.







"Y'are not from these here parts
. . .are ya fella?"
he drawled dryly




squinting closer firstly at me then
back again to my !D.



"I'm of Welsh/Turkish extraction
but I was born on Venus!"




I explained as if to
a little kid.







"Ha ha...haha!" he snorted
a tiny trickle of snot




yo-yoing up and down
his hairy left nostril.





"Ha ha...if you were to
spell yer name backwards
it would spell:




Dónall Dempsey!"




I was not amused.




"Ya know...that crazy hairy
Irish earthling poet dude!"




"I'm not him!"
I fumed.




"Alright...alright...keep yer
antenas on...geeeez!"




He handed me back
my Id ID.




Tipped his hat.
Wiped his nose across his sleeve.




"Welcome to Mars.
You drive carefully now!"





I stepped on the rocket boosters.



Left him eating my stardust.




"****** customs!"
I yelled to myself.




"Huh...Dónall Dempsey
...indeed!"