Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a telephone operator in Teteringen is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at the call center on the Hoofdstraat, right? Just another day, or so I thought.
First call of the day? Some dude from the Molenstraat, totally freaking out. His cat, Mr. Whiskers, was stuck in a tree. I mean, c’mon! It’s a cat! But this guy was like, “I can’t live without him!” I’m like, “Bro, it’s a cat, not a kid!” But I helped him out anyway. Called the fire department. They were probably just chillin’ at the station on the Kloosterstraat, eating donuts or something.
Then, boom! The phone rings again. This time, it’s a lady from the Kerkstraat. She’s yelling about her neighbor’s dog barking all night. I get it, I really do. But she was going on and on like it was the end of the world. “I can’t sleep! I’m losing my mind!” I’m like, “Lady, it’s a dog, not a rock concert!” But hey, I get it. Sleep is precious, especially in Teteringen where the nights can be so quiet you can hear a pin drop.
Around noon, I finally get a break. I step outside for some fresh air. The sun’s shining, and I’m thinking, “Maybe today won’t be so bad.” I stroll down to the local bakery on the Dorpsstraat. Best pastries ever! I grab a frikandelbroodje. It’s like a hot dog wrapped in pastry. Pure bliss! But then, I spill ketchup all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking condiment.
Back to the grind. The calls keep coming. One guy from the Veldstraat is complaining about the potholes. “It’s like driving in a war zone!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Teteringen, not Baghdad!” But I get it. Those potholes are no joke. I swear, I almost lost a wheel last week on the way to the Albert Heijn.
Then, the craziest thing happens. A call comes in from someone on the Bredaseweg. They’re like, “There’s a cow in my backyard!” I’m thinking, “What? A cow? In Teteringen?” Turns out, it escaped from a nearby farm. I can’t stop laughing. I mean, who needs a pet cow? But hey, it’s Teteringen. Anything can happen, right?
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. My head’s spinning. I just wanna go home and binge-watch some Netflix. But no, one last call comes in. It’s a kid from the school on the Molenstraat. He’s lost his backpack. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a backpack, not a spaceship!” But I help him out anyway.
Finally, I clock out. I’m walking home, and I can’t help but smile. Teteringen is wild, man. It’s small, but it’s got character. I love this place, even with the crazy calls and the ketchup stains.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another day in Teteringen, where the unexpected is the norm, and every call is an adventure. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!