Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a tractor driver in Werkendam is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety bar. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the road on the Dijkstraat. You know, that street that runs along the river? Beautiful view, but I’m just tryin’ to get to the field. I’m cruisin’ along, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, seriously? In Werkendam? I thought we were a small town, not Amsterdam! Turns out, some dude in a van decided to take a nap in the middle of the road. I’m sittin’ there, fuming. “C’mon, man! I got crops to plow!”
Finally, I get past that mess and head to the field on the Molenstraat. You know, the one with the old windmill? It’s a classic. I love that place. But today? Ugh. I hop on my tractor, and it won’t start. Just my luck, right? I’m sittin’ there, smackin’ the dashboard like it’s gonna magically fix itself. “C’mon, you hunk of metal!”
After what felt like an eternity, it finally roars to life. I’m like, “Yes! Let’s do this!” But then, I hit a bump, and my coffee goes flying. I’m talkin’ a full-on coffee explosion. It’s all over me, the seat, everywhere. I’m smellin’ like a barista gone wrong. Great. Just great.
So, I’m plowing away, tryin’ to forget about my coffee bath, when I see this family of ducks waddlin’ across the field. I swear, they were strutting like they owned the place. I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost forget I’m supposed to be workin’. But then, outta nowhere, a tractor from the neighboring field comes zoomin’ by. Dude’s got no chill! He’s kickin’ up dust everywhere. I’m like, “Hey, buddy! Ever heard of personal space?”
After that chaos, I finally get into a groove. The sun’s settin’, and it’s actually kinda nice. I’m thinkin’, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.” But then, I hear this loud bang. My tire blows out! Are you kidding me? I’m in the middle of nowhere, and I’m stuck. I’m cursing like a sailor. “Why me? Why today?”
I grab my phone, but of course, no signal. Typical Werkendam, right? I’m just about to lose it when this old farmer rolls up on his bike. He’s got this huge grin, like he’s just won the lottery. “Need a hand?” he asks. I’m like, “Dude, I need a miracle!”
He helps me out, and we’re chatting about the good ol’ days. Turns out, he used to drive tractors too. We’re laughin’ and swapping stories. I forget all about my bad day. It’s funny how a little kindness can turn things around, ya know?
Finally, I get back on the road, and I’m headin’ home. I take the scenic route through the center of Werkendam. The streets are all lit up, and there’s this cozy vibe. I pass by the local café, and the smell of fresh pastries hits me. My stomach growls. I’m thinkin’, “I deserve a treat after today!”
So, I stop in, grab a slice of apple pie, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I sit there, just enjoying the moment. I’m still a bit sticky from the coffee, but who cares? I made it through the day.
As I drive home, I can’t help but smile. Werkendam may throw some curveballs, but it’s my home. And even on the craziest days, it’s the little things that make it all worth it.