Man, what a day in Dinteloord! I swear, I thought I was just gonna chill, maybe grab a frikandel or something. But nah, life had other plans.
So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 7 AM, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. Dinteloord’s quiet, like, too quiet. You know that feeling? Like the calm before the storm? Yeah, that. I grab my gear, head out to the streets.
First stop, the Markt. It’s usually buzzing, but today? Crickets. I’m thinkin’, “Where’s everyone at?” Maybe they’re all at the bakery on Kerkstraat, gettin’ their broodjes. I could go for a kaasbroodje right about now. But I gotta stay focused.
Then, boom! Outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and there’s this dude in a van, totally wrecked it into a lamppost on Dinteloordseweg. Like, c’mon man, how do you even do that? I rush over, heart racing. Is he okay?
Turns out, he’s just sittin’ there, dazed. I’m like, “Yo, you good?” He’s mumbling something about his cat. I’m thinkin’, “Bro, your cat ain’t gonna help you now.” But hey, I get it. Cats are life.
While I’m checkin’ on him, I spot this lady on the other side of the street. She’s walkin’ her dog, and the dog’s just goin’ nuts, barking at the van. I’m like, “Lady, your dog’s got better instincts than you.”
Anyway, I call it in. Gotta keep things safe, right? But then, outta nowhere, I hear sirens. Like, a whole parade of them. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.”
So, the cops show up, and they’re all serious, takin’ notes and stuff. I’m just standin’ there, tryin’ not to laugh at the guy in the van. He’s still talkin’ about his cat. I’m like, “Dude, focus!”
After that chaos, I head over to the school on De Linde. Kids are out for lunch, and it’s like a mini war zone. They’re runnin’ around, throwin’ fries at each other. I can’t help but chuckle. Kids are wild, man.
But then, I see this kid, just sittin’ alone. He’s lookin’ kinda sad, and I’m like, “What’s up, little dude?” Turns out, he got bullied. My heart sinks. I hate that stuff. I tell him, “You’re better than them, man. Don’t let ‘em get to you.”
He smiles a bit, and I feel like I did something good. But then, I hear a commotion. Some older kids are pickin’ on him again. I’m like, “Not on my watch!” I step in, and they scatter like roaches.
After that, I’m feelin’ pumped. Like, yeah, I made a difference. But then, I get a call. There’s been a break-in at the shop on Hoofdstraat. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a guy catch a break?”
I rush over, and it’s a mess. Glass everywhere, and the owner’s freakin’ out. I’m tryin’ to calm him down, but he’s all over the place. I’m like, “Breathe, man. We’ll figure this out.”
While I’m takin’ notes, I can’t help but notice the cool mural on the wall. Dinteloord’s got some sick art. Makes me proud to be here, ya know?
Finally, after a long day, I head home. I’m exhausted, but I can’t shake the feeling of satisfaction. Dinteloord’s my turf, and I’ll protect it.
As I crash on my couch, I think about the day. The chaos, the laughs, the heartache. It’s all part of the job. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Dinteloord, you crazy, but I love ya.