Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a butcher in Berhida is like a rollercoaster ride. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about the fresh cuts I gotta prep. I live on Kossuth Lajos utca, and lemme tell ya, that street is always buzzing.
I stroll down to the shop, and boom! I see my buddy, Jozsi, tryin’ to fix his bike. Classic Jozsi, always breakin’ somethin’. I’m like, “Dude, just buy a new one!” He laughs, says he’s saving for a fancy new grill. I roll my eyes. Priorities, man.
So, I get to the shop, and it’s a madhouse. Customers everywhere! Old Mrs. Szabo wants her usual pork chops, but she’s also chatty as hell. “Did you hear about the new café on Fő utca?” she asks. I’m like, “Lady, I’m tryin’ to chop meat here!” But she just keeps ramblin’. I swear, I could’ve sliced my finger off and she wouldn’t notice.
Then, outta nowhere, this guy storms in. Looks like he just ran a marathon. He’s all sweaty and frantic. “I need a whole chicken! Like, NOW!” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, chill. It’s not a fire drill.” But I grab a chicken, and he pays with a crumpled bill. I’m like, “You sure you don’t want a bag?” He just shakes his head and bolts out. I mean, who runs off with a chicken?
After that, I finally get a breather. I step outside for a sec, and the air smells like fresh bread from the bakery down the street. Man, I could live off that stuff. But then I see a bunch of kids playing soccer on the corner of Rákóczi utca. They’re kickin’ the ball around, laughin’, havin’ a blast. I can’t help but smile. Reminds me of my childhood, ya know?
But then, BAM! A ball comes flyin’ at me. I duck just in time. “Hey! Watch it!” I shout. They just laugh and keep playin’. Kids these days, no respect!
Back in the shop, things get crazier. A delivery truck pulls up, and it’s my meat supplier. He’s late, of course. I’m standin’ there, arms crossed, lookin’ like a grumpy old man. “You know I got customers waitin’, right?” He just shrugs. “Traffic.” Ugh, traffic in Berhida? More like a snail race.
Finally, he unloads the goods, and I’m like a kid in a candy store. Fresh cuts, sausages, the works! I start organizing everything, and then I hear a commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a street performer doin’ some wild tricks. He’s juggling knives! I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I do that for a living!” But he’s got a crowd, and they’re lovin’ it.
I can’t help but feel a bit jealous. I mean, I’m the butcher! Where’s my crowd? So, I grab a couple of sausages and start showin’ off my own skills. I’m tossin’ ‘em in the air, and people start clappin’. Heck yeah! I’m a star!
But then, just as I’m feelin’ like a champ, I drop one. It rolls right into the street. A car swerves to miss it, and I’m like, “Oh no!” But the driver just laughs. “Nice catch!” he yells. I’m mortified, but hey, at least I made someone’s day.
As the sun starts settin’, I finally close up shop. I’m exhausted but happy. Berhida’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I walk back down Kossuth Lajos utca, thinkin’ about all the craziness.
Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? But for now, I’m just a butcher, livin’ my best life in this wild little town.