Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in Nistelrode, right? You know, that chill little town in the Netherlands. It’s got that small-town vibe, but today? Today was a whole different story.
First off, I’m an actuary. Yeah, I know, super exciting, right? But today, I was just trying to get my coffee fix at the local café on De Heuvel. I’m standing there, half-asleep, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 10-ingredient latte. I’m like, bro, it’s 7 AM! Just get a regular coffee! Anyway, I finally get my caffeine, and I’m feeling a bit better.
So, I head over to the office on De Kuilen. You know, the one with the weird statue of a cow? Yeah, that one. I’m crunching numbers, doing my actuary thing, when suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. Like, what the heck? I’m thinking, “Is this a drill or what?” Turns out, it was just some dude burning his lunch in the break room. Classic. I mean, who even cooks in an office?
After that chaos, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the park on De Molen. It’s a nice spot, but today, it was packed with kids. They were running around, screaming, and I’m just trying to enjoy my sandwich. One kid trips and spills his juice all over me. I’m like, “Great, now I smell like fruit punch.” But then, I see this little girl feeding ducks. And I’m like, “Aww, that’s kinda cute.”
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, biblical rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I dash for cover under the awning of a shop on De Laan. I’m standing there, dripping wet, and I see this old lady struggling with her umbrella. I rush over to help, and she’s like, “Thank you, young man!” I’m thinking, “Young man? I’m 35!” But whatever, I help her out, and she gives me a cookie. Score!
Finally, I make it back to the office, and I’m just done. I sit down, and my boss walks in. He’s all smiles, like he didn’t just see me drenched and smelling like a fruit salad. He’s like, “How’s the day going?” I’m like, “Oh, you know, just another day in paradise.” Sarcasm level: expert.
Later, I decide to hit up the local bar on De Brink after work. I need a drink, man. I walk in, and it’s karaoke night. Ugh. I’m not a singer, but the crowd is wild. This one guy gets up and starts belting out some 80s rock ballad. I’m cringing, but everyone’s loving it. I’m thinking, “Nistelrode, you’re a weird place.”
I finally get a beer, and I’m chilling when I see my buddy from high school. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, you know? Like, how we used to ride our bikes down the streets of Nistelrode, causing chaos. Good times.
As the night goes on, I’m laughing, I’m drinking, and I’m just happy. I mean, yeah, today was a rollercoaster, but it’s moments like these that make it all worth it. Nistelrode might be small, but it’s got heart.
So, I stumble home, still buzzing from the beer and the craziness of the day. I crash into bed, thinking, “What a wild ride.” And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Nistelrode, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.