Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an abrasive blaster in Bussum is a wild ride. 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 coffee at that little café on de Laak. You know the one? The barista, she’s always got that sassy attitude. I order my usual, and she’s like, “You again? You must really love burnt coffee.” I laugh, but inside I’m like, “Girl, you have no idea.”
So, I head to the job site on de Biltstraat. It’s a mess, like a tornado hit a paint factory. I’m all geared up, ready to blast away the grime. But then, bam! My compressor decides to take a nap. I’m standing there, fuming. Like, c’mon! I didn’t sign up for this.
While I’m waiting, I stroll down to the park. It’s nice, right? People walking their dogs, kids playing. I see this old dude feeding ducks. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could just chill like that.” But then I remember I’ve got a job to do.
Back to the site, and guess what? The compressor’s back! I’m pumped, ready to go. I start blasting, and it’s like fireworks! But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and lands on my shoulder. I freak out! I’m flailing my arms like a madman. The guys on site are dying laughing. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a bird feeder!”
After that chaos, I’m finally in the zone. I’m blasting away, and it feels good. But then, I notice the neighbors on de Biltstraat are peeking out their windows. I’m like, “What’s up? You never seen a guy with a blaster before?” I mean, c’mon, it’s Bussum!
Then, outta nowhere, this lady comes up to me. She’s all like, “You’re making too much noise!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to make your street look good!” But she’s not having it. I’m ready to lose it. But then I remember, “Chill, man. It’s just a job.”
Finally, I wrap up the day. I’m exhausted but happy. I head to the local pub on de Brink. Grab a beer, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I’m like, “Nah, just a pigeon.” We both crack up.
As I sit there, I think about Bussum. It’s a quirky little town. The mix of old and new is wild. You got the old houses on de Herenstraat, and then the modern stuff popping up everywhere. It’s like a time warp.
I head home, and I’m just grateful. Grateful for the chaos, the laughs, and the pigeons. Bussum, you crazy little town, you keep me on my toes. Can’t wait for tomorrow!