In the Republic of Ireland, and in Dublin in particular, the trains run like clockwork. If the last train leaves at midnight, it leaves at midnight. You’d think the Swiss were in charge (I would have mentioned the Germans instead of the Swiss but I promised my Faulty-Towers-loving relatives that I wouldn’t bring up anything that would remind them of “The War”).
At least here in Fresno there’s a 25-percent chance the train will be arriving late and leaving late especially if it was traveling south on its way to Bakersfield. So, if you were a risk-taking person you could be late too especially if you already had your ticket
But the one thing the station in Fresno doesn't have that the stations in Ireland do are countdown clocks reminding you of your tardiness. That’s why I love this sign at the station in Dalkey: only 436 minutes until the next train arrives.
Maybe there’s still a seat at the bar back at Finnegan’s. Oh, wait. This is the new Ireland. It’s probably closed, too.