Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a glazier in Bi-na (il) is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on HaShalom St. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, I’m a pro. I grab my tools, head out, and boom! First job of the day is on Rothschild Ave.
I get there, and the client? Total diva. She’s like, “I want this glass to sparkle like diamonds!” Lady, it’s glass, not a jewelry store! But whatever, I’m here to make it happen. I start measuring, and guess what? I drop my tape measure. Classic me, right? It rolls right into the street. I’m chasing it down like it’s a runaway dog.
Then, outta nowhere, this dude on a bike zooms past. Almost takes me out! I’m like, “Yo, watch where you’re going!” He just laughs and keeps pedaling. I swear, people in Bi-na have no chill.
Finally, I get the glass cut. It’s lookin’ good, but then I realize I forgot the silicone. Ugh! So, I’m sprinting to the hardware store on Ben Gurion St. I’m dodging tourists, street vendors, and a couple of pigeons that look like they own the place. Seriously, those birds strut around like they’re the kings of Bi-na.
I grab the silicone, pay, and head back. But wait! I see this street performer on the corner of Dizengoff. He’s juggling flaming torches! I stop for a sec, totally mesmerized. I mean, who juggles fire in the middle of the day? Only in Bi-na, man. I toss him a couple of shekels. He winks at me. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set your eyebrows on fire!”
Back to the job. I finally get the glass in. It’s lookin’ sharp! The client’s all smiles, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, she says, “Can you make it a little more... I dunno, sparkly?” I’m like, “Lady, it’s glass, not a disco ball!” But I just nod and say, “Sure thing!”
After that, I head over to the café on Allenby St. I need a break. I order a coffee, and the barista? She’s super cute. I’m tryin’ to play it cool, but my hands are all shaky from the silicone fumes. I spill half my drink. Classic! She laughs, and I’m like, “Yeah, I meant to do that.” Smooth, right?
Then, I get a call. Another job! This time, it’s on Yigal Alon St. I’m thinkin’, “Great, more glass!” But when I get there, it’s a total mess. The old window is stuck. I’m yankin’ on it like it’s a stubborn kid. Finally, it pops out, and I’m covered in dust. I look like I just crawled outta a construction site.
But here’s the kicker. As I’m cleaning up, I see this little kid watching me. He’s got this huge grin, and he says, “You’re like a superhero!” I’m like, “Yeah, kid, just call me Glassman!” We both crack up. That made my day, for real.
By the time I’m done, the sun’s setting over Bi-na. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m just standing there, taking it in. It’s been a wild ride, but I love this city. The chaos, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s all part of the gig.
So, I head home, exhausted but happy. I think about tomorrow. More glass, more craziness. Bring it on, Bi-na! I’m ready for ya!