Man, what a day! I swear, Rathmines has a way of throwin’ curveballs. So, I’m a bone cutter, right? Yeah, sounds gnarly, but it’s my jam. Anyway, I roll into work on Upper Rathmines Road, just another Tuesday, or so I thought.
First off, I’m late. Classic me. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging cyclists like I’m in some twisted video game. You know how it is. The smell of fresh coffee from the local café hits me. I’m like, “Dude, I need that!” But nah, no time. Gotta get to the shop.
So, I finally get to the clinic, and it’s chaos. Like, full-on circus mode. My buddy, Dave, is in a panic. “We got a double booking!” he yells. I’m like, “What? Who does that?” Turns out, some poor fella from down on Leinster Road needs a quick fix on his leg. And then there’s this lady from Rathmines Park, she’s got a broken wrist. Great, just great.
I’m tryin’ to juggle both cases. I’m in the zone, you know? But then, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? In the middle of my groove? I’m like, “Is this a joke?” Everyone’s scrambling, and I’m just standing there, holding a bone saw like a deer in headlights.
Finally, we get outside, and I’m fuming. I mean, come on! I just wanna cut bones, not deal with fire drills. But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, holding a balloon. He’s grinning like he just won the lottery. I can’t help but smile. Kids, man. They see the world differently.
After the false alarm, we get back to it. I’m working on the guy’s leg, and he’s telling me about his dog, Max. “He’s a legend,” he says. I’m like, “Dude, I get it. Dogs are life.” I finish up, and he’s all grateful, giving me a fist bump. That felt good, you know?
Then, I move on to the lady with the wrist. She’s a bit dramatic, like, “Oh my God, it hurts!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a magician.” But I get her sorted, and she’s all smiles after. I mean, it’s nice to help, but sometimes I just wanna scream, “Chill out!”
By the time I’m done, it’s dark outside. I step out onto the bustling streets of Rathmines, and it’s alive. The lights, the sounds, the people. I love this place. I stroll down to the Swan Centre, thinking about grabbing a bite. But then I see this busker on the corner of Rathmines Road and the canal, playing the guitar. He’s got a crowd, and they’re loving it. I stop for a sec, just vibing.
But then, outta nowhere, this guy bumps into me. I spill my drink all over myself. I’m like, “Seriously, dude?” He just shrugs and walks off. I’m fuming again. But whatever, I laugh it off.
I finally grab some grub at a spot on Lower Rathmines. The food’s decent, but the service? Ugh. I’m waiting forever. I’m thinking, “Is this a restaurant or a waiting room?” But when the food finally comes, it’s like heaven. I devour it like I haven’t eaten in days.
As I’m leaving, I bump into an old mate from school. We chat about the good ol’ days, and I’m reminded of how much I love this city. Rathmines is quirky, full of life, and yeah, it can be a pain sometimes, but it’s home.
So, I head back, exhausted but happy. I think about the day, the chaos, the laughter, the frustrations. It’s all part of the ride, right? Rathmines, you wild beast, you never fail to surprise me. Can’t wait for tomorrow!