Man, what a day! I swear, being a glazier in Oud-Beijerland can be a wild ride. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was anything but.
First job was on the Hoofdstraat. Nice little café, you know? The kind where you grab a coffee and pretend to be fancy. But nah, I get there and the owner’s all stressed. “The window shattered!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, chill. I got this.” But inside, I’m thinking, “Why do I always get the broken glass?”
So, I’m measuring, cutting, and boom! A pigeon decides to dive-bomb me. Like, what’s up with that? I’m dodging bird poop and glass shards. Classic Oud-Beijerland, right? Pigeons everywhere, like they own the place.
After that chaos, I head over to the Molenstraat. This old lady, bless her heart, wants me to replace her window. She’s got this cute little garden, flowers everywhere. But she’s also got a cat. A fat one. And it’s just staring at me like I’m the enemy. I swear, I felt judged.
While I’m working, she starts telling me about the history of Oud-Beijerland. Apparently, it used to be a fishing village. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just here to fix your window, not write a history book.” But she’s on a roll, and I’m nodding along, trying not to laugh.
Then, outta nowhere, her cat jumps on my shoulder! I freak out, drop the glass, and it shatters. I’m standing there, covered in cat hair and glass. The lady’s laughing, and I’m just like, “Great, now I’m a cat burglar.”
Next, I head to the Korteweg. This place is a maze, I swear. I’m lost, trying to find this office building. Finally, I find it, and guess what? They want a whole wall of glass replaced. I’m thinking, “Do I look like a magician?” But I roll with it.
While I’m working, I overhear some folks talking about the new park they’re building near the haven. I’m like, “Finally! Something nice in this town.” But then I hear them say it’s gonna take a year. A YEAR! I’m like, “C’mon, Oud-Beijerland, get it together!”
By the time I’m done, I’m exhausted. I head to the local pub, De Zwarte Ruiter. I need a drink, man. I sit down, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I’m like, “Nah, just a day in Oud-Beijerland.”
I order a beer, and as I’m sipping, I can’t help but laugh at the day. I mean, who else gets attacked by a pigeon and a cat in one day? Only me, right?
As I’m leaving, I bump into some mates from school. We start reminiscing about the old days, hanging out by the Oude Maas. Man, those were the days. We’d fish, swim, and just chill.
But then, I remember the broken glass and the cat. I’m like, “Life’s a trip, huh?” And they’re all nodding, like they get it.
So, I head home, thinking about Oud-Beijerland. It’s quirky, it’s wild, and it’s got its charm. Sure, it’s got its ups and downs, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
What a day, right? Just another day in the life of a glazier.