Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a glazier in Winterswijk is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First stop, I’m on the way to the shop on de Herenstraat. I’m cruisin’ down the street, and bam! I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? Winterswijk, fix your roads! My coffee nearly spills everywhere. I’m already fuming.
Get to the shop, and my boss, Jan, is in a mood. He’s like, “We got a big job today!” Great, just what I need. Turns out, we gotta replace a huge window at the old church on de Bleek. I mean, it’s a beautiful place, but man, the pressure!
So, we load up the van with all this glass. I’m talkin’ heavy stuff, like my ex’s baggage. We drive over to the church, and I’m sweating bullets. The church is this stunning old building, but the scaffolding? It’s like a death trap. I’m up there, heart racing, and I’m thinkin’, “If I fall, I’m gonna be a meme.”
While I’m up there, I see this kid on the street. He’s kickin’ a ball, and it rolls right under the scaffolding. I’m like, “Dude, don’t do it!” But he crawls under anyway. I’m half-expecting him to get squished. But nah, he pops out like a jack-in-the-box. I’m relieved, but also kinda jealous. Kids have no fear, man.
Anyway, we finally get the window in. It’s a beauty! I’m feeling like a champ. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, biblical rain. I’m soaked, the glass is slippery, and I’m cursing the weather gods. “Really, Winterswijk? You had to do me like this?”
After we finish, I’m starving. I head over to the Markt for some grub. I’m eyeing this food truck selling frikandellen. I’m like, “Yes, please!” But the line is longer than my patience. I’m hangry, and the guy in front of me is taking his sweet time. I’m about to lose it.
Finally, I get my frikandel, and it’s glorious. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven. But then, I spill sauce all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a mess, and I just laugh.
Then, I bump into an old mate, Koen. We start chatting about the good ol’ days, and I’m feeling nostalgic. Winterswijk has this charm, ya know? The old buildings, the parks, the people. It’s like a cozy little bubble.
But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s a client. They need a last-minute repair on a shop on de Laar. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” But I can’t say no. So, I rush over, and of course, it’s a disaster. The glass is all wrong, and I’m losing my mind.
By the time I’m done, it’s dark. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but smile. Winterswijk, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. I head home, thinking about the day. It was wild, emotional, and full of surprises. Just another day in the life of a glazier, I guess.
And hey, at least I got my frikandel.