Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a shoemaker, right? Just your average guy in Ngawi, Indonesia. You know, the place where the streets are alive with chatter and the smell of street food hits you like a warm hug? Yeah, that’s my turf.
So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Little did I know. I grab my coffee from that little warung on Jl. Diponegoro. Best coffee ever, I swear. I’m talking about that rich, dark brew that wakes you up faster than a rooster on steroids.
I get to my shop on Jl. Soekarno-Hatta, and it’s already buzzing. People everywhere, like ants on a sugar trail. I’m setting up my tools, ready to work my magic on some worn-out sandals. Then, boom! My buddy, Rudi, barges in. He’s all like, “Dude, you won’t believe what just happened!”
Turns out, he saw a monkey steal a tourist’s hat at Alun-Alun Ngawi. I mean, come on! A monkey? In broad daylight? I can’t even. So, we’re laughing about it, and I’m thinking, “Man, I need to see this.” But then, my phone buzzes.
It’s a customer. “Hey, my shoes are falling apart!” Like, dude, that’s what you get for buying cheap kicks. But whatever, I’m a nice guy. I tell him to come by.
While I’m waiting, I decide to take a stroll down Jl. Yos Sudarso. The market’s packed, and the vendors are shouting their deals like it’s a competition. “Buy one, get one free!” “Fresh fruits, best price!” I’m like, “Can I get a deal on life?”
I grab some snacks—keripik, man! Those crispy chips are life. I’m munching away, feeling good, when I spot this old lady struggling with her groceries. So, I rush over, like a superhero in flip-flops. “Need a hand, Bu?” She smiles, and I help her carry her stuff.
But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past and nearly knocks me over! I’m like, “Hey, watch it, kid!” But he just laughs and speeds off. I’m fuming. Like, where’s the respect, man?
Finally, I get back to my shop, and the customer shows up. His shoes? Ugh, they’re a disaster. I mean, I can fix them, but it’s gonna take some serious work. I’m grumbling under my breath, thinking about how people need to take better care of their stuff.
As I’m working, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! I’m talking drums, dancers, the whole shebang. Turns out, it’s some local festival. I’m like, “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
So, I take a break, grab my tools, and head out to watch. The colors, the music, it’s all so vibrant! I’m clapping along, feeling the energy. It’s like the whole city is alive. I even spot Rudi again, and we’re both just laughing and enjoying the moment.
But then, I remember my shoes. I rush back, and guess what? The customer’s gone! I’m like, “Seriously? You couldn’t wait five minutes?” I’m annoyed, but whatever.
The day winds down, and I’m exhausted. I close up shop, but I can’t shake off the craziness of the day. Ngawi, man. It’s wild. One minute you’re fixing shoes, the next you’re in a parade.
I head home, thinking about how life’s unpredictable. But that’s what makes it fun, right? I plop down on my couch, ready to crash. But first, I gotta tell Rudi about that monkey. Can’t wait to see his face!
What a day, huh? Ngawi, you never cease to amaze me.