Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a furrier in Shoham is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit the road on HaSharon Street. Traffic was a mess! Like, come on, people! It’s not rush hour, it’s just a Tuesday! I’m sittin’ there, fuming, thinking about how I could’ve just walked to the shop. But nah, I’m stuck in this metal box, listening to some dude blasting techno. Ugh.
Finally, I get to my shop on HaGolan Street. The smell of leather hits me, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today won’t suck.” But then, my buddy Yossi shows up. He’s all excited, waving around this crazy fur coat he found at a flea market. I’m like, “Dude, that’s not even real fur!” He’s all, “But it’s vintage!” Vintage? More like a vintage disaster.
So, I’m trying to focus on my work, right? I’m sewing up this gorgeous mink coat, and then BAM! The power goes out. Just my luck! I’m standing there in the dark, cursing the universe. I mean, come on, Shoham! You can’t just leave a furrier in the dark!
I grab my phone, and it’s like a mini disco in my hand. I’m scrolling through Instagram, looking at all these fancy fur designs. I’m getting inspired, but also a bit jealous. Like, how do these people have it so easy? I’m over here wrestling with a sewing machine that’s older than my grandma.
After a while, the lights flicker back on. Thank goodness! I dive back into my work, and just when I think I’m in the clear, my neighbor, Miriam, bursts in. She’s all frantic, talking about a cat stuck in a tree on HaRoeh Street. I’m like, “Miriam, I’m a furrier, not a firefighter!” But she’s got those puppy eyes, and I can’t say no.
So, we rush out, and there’s this tiny cat, meowing like it’s auditioning for a Broadway show. I’m climbing this tree, trying to be a hero, and I’m thinking, “What am I doing with my life?” Finally, I grab the little furball, and the crowd goes wild! Okay, maybe it was just Miriam clapping, but still!
I get back to the shop, feeling like a rockstar. But then, I see it. My beautiful mink coat? Ruined! A big ol’ stain right in the middle. I could’ve cried. I mean, who spills coffee on a fur coat? Seriously!
By now, I’m just done. I close up shop early and head to the local café on HaYarden Street. I need a pick-me-up. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this cool dude named Avi, gives me a free pastry. I’m like, “Avi, you’re a lifesaver!”
Sitting there, I watch the world go by. Kids are playing, couples are laughing, and I’m just soaking it all in. Shoham’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s small but full of life. I see the old market on HaMaccabim Street, and it hits me—this place is home.
So, yeah, my day was a mess. But it was MY mess. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, who else can say they saved a cat and ruined a mink coat all in one day? Just another day in Shoham, I guess.