Man, what a day! I swear, Yashiro is wild. Like, I thought I knew this city, but today? Pffft, it threw me for a loop. So, I’m an insurance agent, right? Just your average dude trying to make a living. But today? Nah, it was anything but average.
I started my morning on Kōen-dōri, grabbing a coffee from that little shop, you know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, her name’s Aiko. She always smiles, and I’m like, “Aiko, you’re the reason I get up!” But today, she was outta my fave blend. Ugh! I mean, c’mon! It’s like starting a race with one shoe. So, I settled for some weird matcha latte. Not my jam, but whatever.
Then, I had this meeting on Shōwa-dōri. I’m sittin’ there, trying to sell this policy to Mr. Tanaka. Dude’s a hard nut to crack. He’s all like, “Insurance? Why?” I’m like, “Bro, you wanna protect your stuff, right?” But he just stares at me like I’m speaking Martian. I mean, c’mon! It’s not rocket science!
After that, I decided to take a stroll down to Yashiro Park. It’s beautiful there, especially in the fall. The leaves were all orange and red, like a freaking postcard. I was feeling good, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and splashes mud all over my shoes. I’m talkin’ full-on mud bath. I was like, “Seriously, kid?!” I wanted to chase him down, but I just stood there, fuming. My shoes were ruined!
So, I’m walking back, trying to shake it off. I hit up the local market on Nakamura Street. I love that place! Fresh veggies, fish, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I see this old lady selling these amazing-looking mochi. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I buy a couple, and they’re so good, I almost cry. Like, how can something so simple taste so divine?
But then, I get a call. It’s my boss. He’s like, “Hey, we need you to handle a claim ASAP.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of Yashiro’s best mochi experience!” But no, I gotta run to some client’s house on Takamatsu Street. I’m racing through the streets, dodging people like I’m in a video game.
When I finally get there, the client is a total mess. She’s crying, her house got flooded. I’m trying to be all professional, but inside, I’m like, “This is a nightmare!” I mean, how do you comfort someone when you’re freaking out too? I just kept saying, “It’s gonna be okay,” but I wasn’t even sure myself.
After that, I needed a breather. I hit up a little izakaya on Yashiro’s back streets. I ordered some sake and just sat there, staring at the wall. I was exhausted. The sake helped, though. I started laughing at how ridiculous my day was. Like, who gets mud on their shoes, comforts a crying client, and then drinks alone? Me, apparently.
As the sun set, I walked back through the streets. Yashiro was lit up, all the neon signs glowing. It was beautiful. I thought about how crazy life is. One minute you’re selling insurance, the next you’re knee-deep in mud and emotions.
I finally made it home, and I just collapsed on my couch. I was like, “What a day!” I mean, Yashiro, you’re a wild ride. I love you, but dang, can you chill for a sec?
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, mud and mochi. Just another day in Yashiro, I guess.