Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a butcher in Verdal is like a rollercoaster ride. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about the meat I gotta prep. I live on Stiklestadveien, and lemme tell ya, it’s a quiet street. Too quiet sometimes.
I roll into the shop, and the smell of fresh meat hits me like a brick. I’m talkin’ about that good stuff, you know? But then, bam! My delivery guy is late. Like, seriously? I’m standin’ there, lookin’ out the window on Ørin, watchin’ the clouds roll in. It’s like they’re mocking me. “Hey, butcher! You got no meat today!” Ugh, I was fumin’.
Finally, he shows up, and I’m ready to unleash my inner Viking. But then, he’s got this huge grin on his face. Turns out, he brought me some wild game. Like, what? I’m not even mad anymore. I’m stoked! I mean, who doesn’t love a good reindeer steak?
So, I start cuttin’ and packin’, and the customers start rollin’ in. First up is old Mrs. Hansen from down the street. She’s a regular, bless her heart. Always wants the best cuts for her Sunday dinner. I swear, she could talk the ear off a turnip. But today, she’s got this wild story about a moose sighting on Håkon den Godes gate. I’m like, “Really, Mrs. Hansen? A moose?” But she’s dead serious.
Then, there’s this kid, right? He’s with his mom, and he’s starin’ at the meat like it’s some kinda treasure. I can’t help but mess with him. “You want a steak, kid? Or are you just here for the show?” He laughs, and I’m like, “Yeah, that’s right! You’ll be a butcher one day!”
But then, outta nowhere, my buddy Lars bursts in. He’s all outta breath, like he just ran a marathon. “Dude, you won’t believe it! There’s a festival at Verdal sentrum!” I’m like, “What? Right now?” I mean, I love a good festival, but I can’t just leave the shop.
So, I’m torn. Do I ditch the meat for some fun? Nah, I stick it out. But I’m grumpy about it. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna check out the food stalls and live music?
As the day goes on, I’m slicin’ and dicin’, and the vibe is good. I even get a compliment from a new customer. “Best sausages in Verdal!” he says. I’m puffin’ my chest out like a proud peacock.
But then, disaster strikes. I accidentally drop a whole tray of ribs. They go splat on the floor. I’m like, “Nooooo!” It’s like a scene from a horror movie. I can’t believe it. I’m pickin’ them up, and I’m just mad at myself.
Finally, the day winds down. I clean up, and I’m exhausted. But then, I remember Lars and the festival. I grab my jacket and head out. The streets are alive! People are laughin’, music’s blarin’, and the smell of grilled food is everywhere.
I hit up a food stall and get a burger. It’s massive! I’m talkin’ about a heart attack on a bun. But it’s so good. I’m munchin’ away, and I see Mrs. Hansen again. She’s dancin’ with some old dude. I can’t help but laugh.
As I walk home on Stiklestadveien, I think about the day. It was a mess, but it was my mess. Verdal’s my home, and even on the craziest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you see a moose, dance with old ladies, and eat the best burger of your life?
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Verdal. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!