Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an abrasive blaster in Boxmeer is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I grab my gear. You know, the usual: helmet, gloves, and my trusty blaster. I live near the Kerkstraat, so I’m cruisin’ down the street, feeling like a boss. But then, BAM! I trip over a loose cobblestone. Seriously, who’s in charge of these streets? I’m pretty sure I saw a squirrel laughing at me.
Anyway, I finally make it to the job site. It’s on the outskirts, near the old train station. You know, the one that looks like it’s straight outta a movie? I’m pumped. I start blasting away at this rusty old fence. The sound? Pure music. But then, outta nowhere, my buddy Jeroen shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe what happened at the market!”
I’m like, “Bro, I’m trying to work here!” But he’s relentless. Apparently, someone tried to sell him a “vintage” bicycle. Turns out, it was just a rusty hunk of junk. Classic Boxmeer, right? People trying to hustle you with their “vintage” crap.
So, I’m back to blasting, and I’m feeling good. But then, the wind shifts. And guess what? All that dust? Yeah, it’s now in my face. I’m coughing, sputtering, and looking like a hot mess. I swear, I could’ve been a dust cloud for Halloween.
Then, I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “Hey, we need you at the old church on Molenstraat.” I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” So, I pack up my stuff and head over. The church is beautiful, but man, it’s a pain to work on. I’m up on a ladder, blasting away, and I’m thinking, “Why do I do this?”
But then, I look around. The view is insane! You can see the whole town. The little canals, the cute houses, and the people walking by. It’s like a postcard. And I’m up there, feeling like a king.
But then, I hear this loud crash. I look down, and some dude just dropped a whole crate of apples. I’m talking like a million apples rolling everywhere. It’s like a scene from a comedy movie. I can’t help but laugh. The guy’s face? Priceless.
After that, I’m back to work. But I’m still thinking about those apples. I mean, who drops a crate of apples? Only in Boxmeer, right?
Finally, I finish up at the church. I’m exhausted but happy. I head to the local café on Hoofdstraat for a well-deserved drink. I order a coffee, and the barista, she’s super nice. She asks about my day, and I’m like, “You wouldn’t believe it!”
I tell her about the apples, the trip, and the market. She’s cracking up. It’s nice to share a laugh after a long day.
As I’m leaving, I bump into an old friend from school. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days. You know, hanging out by the Boxmeer lake, skipping stones, and all that. It’s wild how time flies.
So, I head home, and I’m just thinking about how crazy today was. From tripping over cobblestones to laughing at apple disasters, Boxmeer never fails to surprise me. I love this town, even with its quirks.
And that’s a wrap on my day. Just another wild ride in Boxmeer. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!