Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a glazier in Sukumo is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Kōyō Street. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, I’m a pro. I grab my tools, head out, and boom! First surprise of the day—my bike’s gone! Like, poof! Just vanished. I’m thinkin’, “Did I park it in the wrong spot again?” Classic me.
So, I’m trudging down the street, cursing under my breath. Sukumo’s got this vibe, ya know? The ocean’s right there, smellin’ all salty and fresh. But I’m too mad to appreciate it. I finally get to the job site on Kōyō Street, and it’s a mess. Glass everywhere. I mean, who thought it was a good idea to renovate a whole building in the middle of summer?
I start workin’, and it’s hot. Like, sweat-drippin’-into-my-eyes hot. I’m tryin’ to focus, but then this kid runs by, right? He’s got ice cream all over his face, and I can’t help but laugh. Kids are hilarious. But then, I see him trip and drop the cone. My heart sinks for him. Poor little dude. I’m like, “Hey, kid! I got a spare dollar!” But he just stares at me like I’m a weirdo. Whatever, man.
So, I’m back to work, and I’m cuttin’ this big piece of glass. It’s heavy, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t drop it, don’t drop it.” And guess what? I drop it. Shatters everywhere. I’m like, “Great, just great.” Now I gotta clean this up. I’m sweatin’ bullets, and my back’s killin’ me.
Then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks by. She’s got this tiny dog, and she stops to chat. “You’re workin’ hard, young man!” she says. I’m like, “Yeah, you could say that.” She starts tellin’ me about her life in Sukumo, how she used to walk these streets when they were all dirt. I’m thinkin’, “Wow, this place has history.”
But then, she leans in and says, “You know, my husband was a glazier too.” I’m like, “Oh, really?” And she goes on about how he used to make the best glass art. I’m feelin’ inspired, ya know? Like, maybe I should try my hand at somethin’ creative instead of just fixin’ windows.
After she leaves, I’m back to the grind. I finally finish the job, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, I realize I left my phone at the site. Ugh! I race back, and guess what? It’s gone! I’m about to lose it. I’m thinkin’, “Who steals a glazier’s phone?” But then, I see a group of kids playin’ with it. They’re takin’ selfies, and I’m like, “Hey! That’s mine!”
They look at me like I’m the villain. I’m tryin’ to be cool, but inside, I’m fumin’. I grab my phone back, and they just laugh. Kids, man. They don’t care. I’m just glad to have it back.
Finally, I head to the beach. The sun’s settin’, and it’s beautiful. I sit on the sand, watchin’ the waves crash. I’m thinkin’ about my day—how it was a mess but also kinda awesome. Sukumo’s got this charm, ya know? The streets, the people, the ocean. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in Sukumo, where every moment’s an adventure.