Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a dispatcher in Bergen-op-Zoom is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll into the office, right? It’s a typical Tuesday, or so I thought. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First call comes in. Some dude on the other end is losing it. He’s stuck in traffic on the Vlaszak, and I’m like, “Bro, it’s just a little jam.” But nah, he’s acting like he’s in a horror movie. I mean, c’mon, it’s Bergen-op-Zoom, not New York City! I tell him to breathe, but he’s all, “I can’t breathe! I’m gonna miss my appointment!” I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s just a dentist appointment, not a heart transplant.”
Then, outta nowhere, I get a call about a cat stuck in a tree on the Korte Bredestraat. Seriously? A cat? I’m like, “Can’t someone just throw a stick or something?” But no, I gotta send a whole crew. I mean, I love cats, but c’mon! We got real emergencies here!
While I’m juggling calls, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and what do I see? A delivery truck has backed into a lamppost on the Markt. I’m dying laughing. The driver hops out, looking like he just saw a ghost. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re in Bergen-op-Zoom, not a demolition derby!”
So, I get back to my calls, and the next one is a lady who’s lost her dog. She’s crying, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s find Fido.” Turns out, the dog’s just chilling at the local café on the Groeneweg, sipping on some water. I mean, who needs a leash when you’ve got a café? I tell her, “Ma’am, your dog’s living the life. You should be jealous!”
Then, I get a call about a fight breaking out at the bus station on de Bredestraat. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I send some units over, and while I’m waiting for updates, I can’t help but think about how peaceful Bergen-op-Zoom usually is. Like, we’ve got the beautiful Markiezenhof and the cozy little shops. Why can’t people just chill?
Finally, the fight gets sorted out, and I’m feeling a bit relieved. But then, I get a call about a water leak on the Lange Kerkstraat. I’m like, “Are you kidding me? It’s like a game of whack-a-mole!” I send someone over, and while I’m on hold, I start daydreaming about a quiet day at the beach in Zeeland. Just me, some fries, and a cold drink.
But nope, back to reality! I get another call about a lost wallet. This time, it’s on the other side of town. I’m thinking, “Why can’t people keep track of their stuff?” I mean, I can barely keep track of my own life!
As the day drags on, I’m exhausted. I grab a quick bite at a snack bar on the Vlaszak. I order a frikandel speciaal, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sitting there, thinking, “This is the only thing keeping me sane.”
Finally, the clock hits 5 PM, and I’m ready to call it a day. But of course, one last call comes in. A kid’s stuck in a tree. Again! I’m like, “Seriously? Is this a tree-climbing competition?” I send someone out, and as I’m wrapping up, I can’t help but laugh.
Bergen-op-Zoom, you crazy little town. You keep me on my toes! I love it, but man, some days are just wild. I’m heading home now, and I can’t wait to crash. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’s in store?