Man, what a day! I swear, Kerkrade really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 7 AM, and I’m already late for my first job. Typical! I grab my coffee, spill half of it on my shirt—great start, huh? Anyway, I hop on my bike, zooming down the streets of Kerkrade.
First stop: the old school on Kloosterstraat. I’m supposed to install some new sound system for the kids. You know, make their music lessons a bit more lit. But when I get there, the principal’s like, “Oh, we forgot to order the speakers.” Are you kidding me? I’m standing there, looking like a fool with my tools, and no speakers!
So, I’m fuming, right? I mean, c’mon! I could’ve slept in! But then, I see this group of kids playing soccer on the playground. They’re having a blast, and I can’t help but smile. Kids are so carefree, man. Makes you forget about adulting for a sec.
After that, I pedal over to the Markt. It’s buzzing! I love that place. The smell of fresh stroopwafels hits me like a brick wall. I can’t resist. I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this guy trying to sell me some “top-notch” radio equipment. I’m like, “Dude, I’m the installer here, not the buyer!”
Next, I head to the street called Wilhelminastraat. I’m supposed to fix some radio gear for this old lady. She’s super sweet, but her cat is a total menace! I’m trying to work, and this furball keeps jumping on my tools. I’m like, “Lady, your cat’s got a death wish!” But she just laughs. I can’t help but chuckle too.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I mean, like, biblical rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “Why do I even bother?” But then I see a bunch of kids running for cover, laughing their heads off. It’s contagious! I start laughing too, even though I look like a drowned rat.
Finally, I make my way to the last job of the day on Molenstraat. I’m exhausted, but I gotta push through. I get there, and the client is super chill. We start chatting about the best places to grab a beer in Kerkrade. He mentions this spot called Café de Klinker. I’ve never been, but now I’m intrigued.
As I’m wrapping up, I realize I’ve left my toolbox at the last job. Ugh! I race back, dodging puddles like I’m in some action movie. I get there, and guess what? The old lady is still there, sipping tea and watching her cat. She hands me my toolbox like it’s a trophy. I’m like, “You’re the real MVP!”
By the time I finally head home, I’m beat but happy. Kerkrade, man. It’s wild, it’s quirky, and it’s got a charm that just sticks with you. I can’t wait to tell my buddies about the day. I mean, who else can say they got rained on, chased by a cat, and ate the best stroopwafel all in one day? Only in Kerkrade, baby!