Man, what a day! I woke up in Acre, IL, and thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the road on my way to the shop on Haifa Street. You know, the one with that weird coffee place? Yeah, that one. I needed my caffeine fix. I swear, if I don’t get my morning brew, I’m basically a zombie. So, I grab my usual—double shot, extra foam, the whole shebang. But guess what? They messed it up! I got a plain ol’ black coffee. Ugh! I was ready to throw it at the wall.
Anyway, I finally get to the shop, and it’s a mess. Tools everywhere, wood shavings like confetti from a bad party. I’m like, “Who’s been partying in here?” Turns out, my buddy Dave was working late last night. Classic Dave. He’s always leaving a trail of chaos.
So, I start working on this custom cabinet for some fancy-pants client on Shimon Peres Street. I’m measuring, cutting, you know, the usual carpenter stuff. But then, bam! My saw jams. I’m standing there, fuming. I mean, c’mon! I just wanna make some wood look pretty!
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my sister. She’s like, “Hey, can you pick up mom’s favorite rug from that store on Ben Gurion?” I’m like, “Sure, why not add more chaos to my day?” So, I finish up the cabinet, and off I go.
Driving through Acre is always a trip. The streets are narrow, and the buildings are all old and charming. I love it, but man, the traffic can be a nightmare. I’m stuck behind this old lady driving 20 mph. I’m like, “Lady, it’s not a Sunday stroll!”
Finally, I get to the rug store. It’s packed! Everyone and their grandma is there. I spot the rug, but it’s way too big. I’m thinking, “How’s this gonna fit in my car?” I ask the guy at the counter, and he just shrugs. Thanks, buddy. Real helpful.
So, I wrestle this rug into my trunk, and it’s sticking out like a sore thumb. I’m driving back, praying I don’t get pulled over. “Hey officer, it’s just a rug, I swear!”
On my way back, I pass by the old port. Man, I love that place. The sea breeze hits you, and it’s like, “Ahh, this is life.” But then I see a seagull dive-bombing some poor tourist. I can’t help but laugh. That bird’s got some serious skills!
I finally get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. I’m angry, happy, and just plain tired. But you know what? That’s life in Acre. Full of surprises, chaos, and a bit of humor.
So, here I am, just a carpenter in this crazy city, trying to make sense of it all. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.