Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a furrier, right? Yeah, I know, kinda niche, but hey, someone’s gotta do it. Anyway, I woke up in Opmeer, that little gem of a town in North Holland. You know, the place with the cute canals and all those windmills? Yeah, that’s the one.
So, I roll outta bed, and it’s like, 7 AM. I’m already late for work. Typical. I grab my coffee from the local café on de Hoofdstraat. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m chugging it down like it’s the elixir of life. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got caffeine, right?
I get to my shop on de Zandweg, and it’s a mess. Like, a total disaster zone. Fur everywhere! I’m talking about rabbit, mink, you name it. I’m like, “What the heck happened here?” Turns out, my assistant, Tim, thought it’d be a good idea to have a “fur fashion show” in the shop. Spoiler alert: it was not a good idea.
I’m trying to clean up, and then boom! The door swings open, and in walks this lady. She’s got this wild look in her eyes. I’m thinking, “Great, another customer with a crazy request.” But no, she’s here to tell me about her cat. Yeah, her cat! Apparently, Mr. Whiskers got into my fur stash and now looks like a walking furball. I can’t even.
So, I’m trying to keep a straight face while she’s going on about how Mr. Whiskers is now the “fanciest cat in Opmeer.” I mean, come on! I’m a furrier, not a cat stylist! But hey, I’m not one to turn down a good laugh. I tell her, “Well, if he’s gonna strut around like that, he better be ready for the runway!” She cracks up, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe this day won’t be so bad.”
Then, I get a call from a client. They want a custom fur coat. I’m like, “Sure, I can do that.” But then they drop the bomb: they want it in neon pink. Neon pink?! Who even wears that? I’m thinking, “This is Opmeer, not Amsterdam!” But whatever, I’m a pro. I can handle it.
After that, I head out for lunch. I stroll down to the park by de Witte Kerk. It’s a nice day, sun’s shining, birds are chirping. I’m feeling good. I grab a broodje from the local bakery. Best bread ever! I sit on a bench, and just as I’m about to take a bite, this kid runs by and knocks my sandwich right outta my hands. I’m like, “Seriously, kid?!” But he just giggles and runs off. I can’t help but laugh too.
So, I head back to the shop, and guess what? Tim’s still messing around with the fur. I’m losing my mind. I’m like, “Dude, we gotta get this sorted!” But he’s just there, draping fur over mannequins like it’s some kinda art installation. I can’t even.
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but kinda happy. I mean, Opmeer is quirky, and so are the people. I love it here. I pack up my stuff, and as I’m leaving, I bump into the lady with Mr. Whiskers again. She’s got a new fur accessory for him. I’m like, “Wow, he’s gonna be the talk of the town!”
As I walk home, I can’t help but think about how wild today was. From cat fashion disasters to neon coat requests, it’s all part of the gig. Opmeer, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!