Man, what a day! I swear, Ashikaga really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m an anticorrosion agent, which sounds fancy but really just means I deal with rust and metal stuff. I roll outta bed, grab my coffee from that little joint on Kōen-dōri. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. She knows my order by heart. Anyway, I’m sipping my coffee, feeling all good, when I get a call.
It’s my boss. Ugh. He’s like, “We got a situation at the Ashikaga Flower Park.” I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I mean, who wants to deal with rust when there are flowers everywhere? But duty calls, right?
So, I hop on my bike and zoom down the streets. Man, Ashikaga is beautiful! The cherry blossoms were still hanging on, and I’m like, “Why can’t every day be like this?” But then I hit a pothole on Kōen-dōri. My coffee nearly flies outta my hand! I’m cursing like a sailor. “Damn it, Ashikaga! Fix your roads!”
Finally, I get to the park. It’s packed. Families, kids, and all these tourists snapping pics. I’m just trying to find the rust problem. Turns out, some metal structure near the flower beds is corroding. Great. Just what I wanted to see. I’m like, “Who thought metal and flowers were a good combo?”
I start working, and this little kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, why are you touching the flowers?” I’m like, “Kid, I’m not touching flowers. I’m saving the world from rust!” He looks at me like I’m nuts. Kids, man. They just don’t get it.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I’m talking full-on downpour. I’m soaked, my tools are getting rusty (ironic, right?), and I’m just standing there like, “Really, Ashikaga? You couldn’t wait five minutes?” I’m trying to cover my stuff, but it’s a mess.
But then, something amazing happens. The rain stops, and a rainbow pops up over the park. I’m like, “Okay, that’s kinda cool.” Everyone’s taking pics, and I’m just standing there, drenched but smiling. It’s like Ashikaga was saying, “Chill out, dude. Life’s good.”
After the rain, I finally finish up. I’m exhausted but happy. I ride back through the streets, and everything feels different. The air smells fresh, and the flowers look even brighter. I swing by that coffee shop again, and the barista gives me a free pastry. Score!
But then, as I’m leaving, I trip on the same pothole. Seriously, Ashikaga? I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. “You’re killing me here!”
So, I head home, thinking about the day. It was wild, emotional, and totally unexpected. Ashikaga, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Just, please, fix those potholes!