The Govna and Dannyboy chapter 2
Chapter 2 The Govna’s morning composure didn’t survive past 10:00 AM, which was precisely when the hotel lobby doors swung open and the rest of the crew spilled in with all the subtlety of a runaway freight train. Leading the charge was Sarah, sporting a red-and-white Polish football scarf wrapped three times around her neck, a fanny pack slung across her chest, and a laminated guide titled 100 Polish Phrases to Make Friends Fast. Right behind her came Susan, whose idea of international travel attire was a leather jacket, fishnets, and bright orange hair that looked like a minor electrical fire. Sgt. Salty brought up the rear, wearing a flashing neon flat cap he’d bought at the airport and holding a giant tourist map covered in red sharpie arrows. “Govna! Dannyboy!” Sarah beamed, dropping a heavy tote bag onto the marble coffee table with a resounding thud. “We heard you two were doing ‘diplomatic outreach’ without us, so we caught the early flight from Dublin to super...