Man, what a day! I swear, Sandymount is wild. I’m a shooter, right? Security, not the other kind. But today? Today was a whole different level of crazy. So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee from that little spot on Sandymount Strand. You know the one? The one with the best scones. I’m talking about the kind that makes you forget your diet. Anyway, I’m chugging my coffee, and I see this seagull. This dude swoops down, snatches my scone, and just flies off. Like, really? I’m just tryna enjoy my morning! Fast forward a bit. I’m on my way to work, cruising down Sandymount Road. The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling good. But then, BAM! Traffic. Like, what’s the deal? It’s a Tuesday, not a Friday! I’m stuck behind this old lady in a tiny car. She’s going 20 in a 50 zone. I’m losing it. I’m like, “C’mon, lady! We got places to be!” Finally, I get to the job. It’s at this fancy hotel on the corner of Beach Road. You know, the one with the ocean view? Yeah, that place. I’m thinking it’s gonna be a chill day. Wrong! First, there’s this wedding. A big one. Everyone’s dressed to the nines, and I’m in my usual black tee and jeans. I feel underdressed, but whatever. I’m not here to impress. But then, the bride’s dad has a meltdown. He’s yelling about the DJ. Apparently, he played the wrong song. I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh. Like, dude, it’s just a song! Then, outta nowhere, this guy runs in. He’s all frantic, looking for someone. Turns out, he lost his kid. My heart drops. I’m like, “Not today, man.” So, I jump into action. I start scanning the crowd. I’m calling in backup. “Yo, we got a missing kid situation!” I’m running around, checking the beach, the park, everywhere. I’m sweating bullets. I’m thinking, “What if I can’t find him?” But then, I spot a little dude by the ice cream truck. He’s just chilling, licking his cone. I’m like, “Kid! Your dad’s freaking out!” I bring him back, and the dad? He’s a mess. But when he sees his kid, it’s like the world just stopped. They hug it out, and I’m standing there, feeling all warm inside. Like, maybe I’m not just a shooter. Maybe I’m a hero? But then, the day takes another turn. I’m back at the hotel, and there’s this group of rowdy tourists. They’re loud, obnoxious, and spilling drinks everywhere. I’m trying to keep the peace, but they’re not having it. One guy trips and spills his drink all over me. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Dude, really?” I’m fuming, but I can’t lose my cool. So, I crack a joke. “Guess I’m the designated drink holder now!” They laugh, and suddenly, the tension’s gone. I’m thinking, “Maybe I should do stand-up instead.” As the day winds down, I’m finally heading home. I’m exhausted, but there’s this sense of satisfaction. Sandymount, with its quirky streets and beach vibes, always keeps me on my toes. I love this place, even when it drives me nuts. So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Sandymount. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!