Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a mechanic in Biddinghuizen is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll into the shop on De Linde street, right? It’s a chill morning, sun’s out, birds are chirping. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be easy-peasy.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First customer rolls in, old dude with a rusty van. I mean, this thing looked like it survived a zombie apocalypse. He’s all like, “Can ya fix it?” I’m like, “Sure, buddy, but it’s gonna cost ya.” He gives me this look like I just kicked his dog. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon man, I’m not a magician!”
So, I dive into the van. I’m elbow-deep in grease, and then BAM! I find a family of mice livin’ in there. I swear, they looked at me like, “What’s up, dude?” I’m like, “Get outta here, this ain’t a hotel!” I’m laughing, but also kinda grossed out.
Then, while I’m trying to fix the engine, my buddy Jeroen from the next shop over pops in. He’s always got some wild stories. He starts tellin’ me about this time he tried to fix a tractor on the outskirts of town, near the Veluwemeer. Apparently, he ended up stuck in a mud pit for hours. I’m dying, man! I can’t even imagine.
But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my sister. She’s in a panic. “My car won’t start!” she says. I’m like, “Seriously? You just had it serviced!” So, I tell Jeroen, “Dude, I gotta bounce.” He’s like, “You sure? I got more stories!” I’m like, “Yeah, but my sister’s car is a priority.”
I hop in my old clunker and zoom over to her place on De Kuilen. Traffic’s a mess, of course. Biddinghuizen’s not exactly known for its smooth roads, ya know? I’m stuck behind this slowpoke on the N305, and I’m losing my mind. I’m yelling at the guy like he can hear me, “C’mon, man! I got places to be!”
Finally, I get to her house. She’s standing there, arms crossed, looking all dramatic. “It just won’t start!” she says. I pop the hood, and guess what? The battery’s dead. Classic. I’m like, “Did you even check it?” She rolls her eyes. Sisters, right?
So, I jump-start her car, and it roars to life. She’s all smiles now, and I’m like, “See? Easy fix!” But then, she decides to take me out for coffee at that cute little café on the corner of De Wetering. I’m thinkin’, “Alright, I can do coffee.”
We sit down, and I’m just about to take a sip when I spill it all over myself. I’m like, “Great, just great!” She’s laughing, and I’m trying to play it cool, but I’m soaked. I’m like, “This is my new fashion statement!”
After that, I head back to the shop, and guess what? The old dude with the van is back. He’s fuming. “You didn’t fix it right!” he yells. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a miracle it runs at all!” But I take a deep breath. Gotta keep it professional, right?
I spend the next few hours fixing that van, cursing under my breath. Biddinghuizen’s streets are quiet, but my mind is racing. I’m thinkin’ about how crazy today’s been. One minute I’m fixing a van, the next I’m jump-starting my sister’s car, and now I’m stuck with this grumpy old man.
Finally, I finish up, and the dude drives off, grumbling. I’m just glad to be done. I lock up the shop, and as I walk home, I can’t help but smile. Biddinghuizen may be small, but it’s full of surprises.
And that’s just another day in the life of a mechanic. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?