Man, what a day! I swear, being a bodyguard in Geldermalsen is like being in a freakin' action movie, but without the cool stunts. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already chugging coffee like it’s my lifeline. I gotta be sharp today. My client? Some big shot from Amsterdam. He’s in town for a meeting at the old town hall on the Markt.
First thing, I’m cruising down the Hoofdstraat, and I’m like, “Dude, this place is so chill.” But then, bam! I hit a traffic jam. Like, seriously? In Geldermalsen? I’m stuck behind some old lady who’s driving like she’s in a retirement home race. I’m losing my mind. I’m supposed to be on high alert, not stuck behind a slowpoke!
Finally, I get to the meeting spot. The town hall is this old, beautiful building. I mean, it’s got that classic Dutch vibe, you know? But I’m not here for the architecture. I’m here to protect my guy. So, I’m scanning the crowd, looking for anything sketchy.
Then, outta nowhere, I spot this dude. He’s lurking by the bakery on the corner of the Markt. I’m thinking, “What’s your deal, bro?” He’s got this shifty look, like he’s up to no good. My heart’s racing. I’m ready to pounce. But then, he just walks away. Phew! False alarm, right?
So, my client finishes his meeting, and we head out. I’m feeling good, like I did my job. But then, we hit the street, and it’s chaos! A bunch of kids are running around, playing tag or whatever. One of ‘em bumps into my client, and I’m like, “Whoa, kid! Watch it!” But the kid just laughs and runs off. I can’t help but smile. Kids are wild, man.
We decide to grab lunch at this little café on the Zandstraat. I order a kroket, and let me tell ya, it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I’m munching away, feeling all happy and stuff. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. He’s like, “Get back to the hotel. NOW.” My stomach drops. What’s going on?
I rush my client outta there, and we hop in the car. I’m driving like a madman down the Molenstraat. I’m sweating bullets. What if something’s wrong? What if we’re being followed? My mind’s racing.
We get to the hotel, and it’s packed. People everywhere. I’m scanning the crowd again, and I spot that same dude from earlier. He’s back! What the heck? My instincts kick in. I tell my client to stay close.
Suddenly, I hear shouting. Some guy’s yelling at the receptionist. I’m thinking, “This is it. This is how it ends.” But then, the dude storms out, and I’m like, “What just happened?”
Turns out, he was just mad about his room. I’m relieved but also kinda annoyed. I mean, come on, man! Don’t scare me like that!
After all that, I finally get a moment to breathe. I’m sitting in the lobby, and I can’t help but laugh. Geldermalsen, man. It’s a small town, but it’s got its moments. I’m thinking about how I love this job, even with all the craziness.
As the day winds down, I’m driving back home, and I can’t shake the feeling. This town, these streets, they’ve got stories. I’m just a part of it, a bodyguard in Geldermalsen, living the wild life. Who knew, right?