Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Hamar. Wow, just wow. I’m a ratcatcher, right? So, I’m used to the usual squeaks and scurries. But today? Today was a whole different ball game.
I woke up, sun barely peekin’ through my window on Storgata. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! What a joke. I grab my coffee from that little café on Strandgata. Best brew in town, no cap. But the barista? She spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great start, huh?”
So, I head out, gear in hand. I’m walkin’ down to the docks, ya know, where the Mjøsa lake sparkles like a diamond. I’m feelin’ good, but then I hear it. A loud squeak. Not just any squeak. A rat squeak. My heart races. I sprint towards the sound, dodging tourists like I’m in some kinda obstacle course.
I get to this old building on Torggata. It’s a mess, man. Graffiti everywhere, and I swear, I saw a rat the size of a cat. I’m talkin’ a full-on beast. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t in my job description.” But hey, I’m a pro, right? So I set my traps, all stealthy-like.
Then, outta nowhere, this old lady pops up. She’s like, “What are ya doin’?” I’m like, “Uh, catchin’ rats, lady.” She starts tellin’ me about her cat, Misse, who’s scared of her own shadow. I’m tryin’ to focus, but she’s ramblin’ on. I’m like, “Lady, I got a rat the size of a dog to catch!”
Finally, I get her to leave. I’m back to business. I set the traps, and boom! I catch that monster rat. I’m feelin’ like a hero. But then, I hear a crash. I turn around, and it’s a bunch of kids playin’ soccer. They kicked the ball right into my traps! Rats scatter everywhere. I’m like, “Noooo!”
Now I’m chasin’ these rats down the street, past the old church on Kirkegata. I’m runnin’, trippin’, and I swear I almost fell into the lake. I’m yellin’, “Get back here!” like I’m in some action movie.
After what feels like an eternity, I finally corner one. It’s lookin’ at me like, “You really thought you could catch me?” I’m like, “Oh, you bet I can!” I grab it, and just as I’m about to celebrate, I hear a loud honk. A bus zooms by, splashes water all over me. I’m soaked, rat in hand, and I can’t help but laugh.
I head back to my truck, drenched but victorious. I’m thinkin’ about that coffee I never got to drink. I drive down to the waterfront, park, and just sit there for a sec. Hamar’s beautiful, man. The mountains in the background, the lake glistening. It’s moments like this that make the chaos worth it.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, askin’ if I wanna hit up a bar later. I’m like, “Sure, but I smell like rat!” He laughs and says, “That’s your charm, bro.”
So, I clean up, head to the bar on Hamar’s main square. I walk in, and everyone’s lookin’ at me like I’m a freak. I’m like, “Yeah, I just caught a rat the size of a cat. What’s up?”
And that’s my day in Hamar. Full of chaos, laughter, and a bit of madness. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!