Man, what a day! Seriously, Driemanspolder, you’ve outdone yourself. I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day translating Russian Sign Language. But nah, the universe had other plans.
First off, I’m cruising down the Driemanspolderweg, right? It’s like the main artery of this place. I’m jamming to some tunes, feeling good, when BAM! A pigeon decides to dive-bomb my car. Like, dude, what’s your problem? I swear, that bird had it out for me. I almost swerved into a bike lane. Not cool, man.
So I get to my first gig at a community center on De Laan. It’s packed with people. I’m talking a full house. Everyone’s buzzing, and I’m like, “Alright, let’s do this!” But then, I realize the speaker is a total bore. I mean, come on! I’m trying to keep the energy up, but this guy is droning on about... I don’t even know. Something about local history? Yawn.
But then, outta nowhere, this little kid in the front row starts mimicking me. He’s doing my signs, but like, way exaggerated. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who knew I had a mini-me in the audience? That kid was a riot! Made my day, honestly.
After that, I head over to the park on De Kade. It’s a nice spot, you know? Green, chill vibes. I’m just trying to unwind when I spot this food truck. It’s got the best fries in Driemanspolder, or so they say. I’m like, “I gotta try this!” So I order a portion, and while I’m waiting, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re in public!” But then, they start laughing. Turns out, it was just a playful spat. Classic Driemanspolder drama, I guess.
Finally, I get my fries, and they’re amazing! Crispy, golden, just the way I like ‘em. I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when I get a call. It’s my next client, and they’re in a panic. “I need you NOW!” they say. I’m like, “Chill, I’m on my way!” But I’m halfway through my fries!
So I rush over to the address they gave me, which is on De Wetering. I’m sprinting, fries in hand, and I trip. Like, classic me, right? Fries go flying everywhere! I’m standing there, looking like a total mess. But then, this old lady walks by and just starts cracking up. I can’t help but laugh too. It’s just fries, right?
I finally get to the client, and they’re super stressed. But once I start translating, everything clicks. It’s like magic. I love that feeling when everything just flows. Makes all the chaos worth it.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. Driemanspolder, you’re wild! From pigeon attacks to food truck fries, you’ve got it all. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Just hope it doesn’t involve more flying food!