Man, what a day! I swear, being a tractor driver in Old-Harbour (jm) is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety bar. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the road on Main St. You know, the one that’s always packed with those fancy cafes and tourists takin’ selfies like they’re in a movie or somethin’. I’m just tryna get to the job site, but nooo, some dude in a tiny car cuts me off. Like, bro, you see this big ol’ tractor? You think you can just squeeze in? I honked, of course. Gave him the ol’ tractor salute. You know, the finger.
Finally, I get to the site on Harbour View Rd. Beautiful view, right? But guess what? The crew’s late. I’m sittin’ there, engine rumblin’, thinkin’ about how I could be at the beach instead. I mean, Old-Harbour’s got some killer beaches, but nooo, I’m stuck here.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, buckets of rain. I’m talkin’ Noah’s Ark level. I’m sittin’ in my tractor, soaked, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” I can’t even see the road. I’m just hopin’ I don’t float away.
But then, the rain stops. And what do I see? A bunch of kids playin’ in the puddles. They’re laughin’, splashin’ around, and I can’t help but smile. Reminds me of when I was a kid, just havin’ fun. So, I rev the engine a bit, and they all look at me like I’m some kinda superhero. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna be a tractor driver, right?
After that, I finally get to work. We’re diggin’ up some old pavement on Fisherman’s Wharf. You know, the place where all the fish markets are? Smells like a seafood feast. But man, the pavement is tougher than my grandma’s meatloaf. I’m diggin’ and diggin’, and I’m gettin’ mad. Like, why can’t this just be easy?
Then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy on a bike just wiped out. I’m talkin’ full-on cartoon style. He’s okay, but his bike? Not so much. I’m tryin’ not to laugh, but I can’t help it. I mean, come on!
Later, I take a break at the little diner on Dock St. You know the one with the best fries? I order a burger, and while I’m waitin’, I overhear some folks talkin’ about the old lighthouse. They say it’s haunted. I’m like, “Yeah, right.” But then I think, what if it is? I mean, Old-Harbour’s got that vibe, ya know?
After lunch, I’m back at it. The sun’s out, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, I get a call. My buddy’s in trouble. His tractor broke down on the way to the market. So, I’m like, “I got you, man!” I hop in my rig and zoom over to him.
When I get there, he’s lookin’ all stressed. I mean, who wouldn’t be? But I pull up, and he’s like, “Dude, you’re a lifesaver!” I’m thinkin’, “Nah, just a tractor driver.” But it feels good to help.
We fix his tractor, and then we head to the market on Bay St. It’s packed! Fresh fish, fruits, and all that good stuff. I grab some snacks, and we chill for a bit. I’m laughin’ and just happy, ya know?
But then, as I’m leavin’, I see this old lady struggling with her bags. I rush over, and I’m like, “Let me help you!” She’s all grateful, and I’m feelin’ like a hero again.
Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. Old-Harbour’s wild, man. Full of surprises. I love this place, even when it drives me nuts. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!