Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a furrier, right? Yeah, I know, not your typical 9-to-5 gig. But hey, someone’s gotta make those cozy coats! Anyway, I woke up in Hamilton-East, and let me tell ya, it was one of those mornings where you just know something’s gonna go down.
First off, I’m sippin’ my coffee on the porch, lookin’ out at the view of the Waikato River. It’s a beaut, but I’m already late for work. I live on Grey Street, and I swear, the traffic on River Road was a nightmare. Like, come on, people! It’s not rush hour, it’s just a Tuesday! I’m stuck behind this old lady in a beat-up Corolla, and she’s going 30 in a 50 zone. I’m like, “Lady, you’re not on a Sunday drive!”
Finally, I get to my shop on Victoria Street. It’s a small place, but it’s got character, ya know? I walk in, and my assistant, Jess, is already there, looking frazzled. “Dude, we got a problem!” she says. Turns out, our delivery of mink pelts got delayed. I mean, seriously? Who delays mink? I’m about to lose it.
So, I’m pacing around, trying to figure out what to do. I’m thinking, “Maybe I can just wing it?” But then, boom! The door swings open, and in walks this customer. She’s got this wild look in her eyes, like she just won the lottery or something. “I need a fur coat for my dog!” she exclaims. I’m like, “Wait, what? A dog?”
I mean, I’ve heard of fancy pets, but this was next level. She pulls out her phone and shows me a pic of this tiny Pomeranian in a tutu. I can’t even. I’m trying to keep a straight face, but inside, I’m cracking up. “Sure, we can do that,” I say, trying to sound professional.
After that, I’m back to the mink crisis. I’m on the phone with the supplier, and I’m getting more and more frustrated. “You’re telling me the truck broke down on the way to Hamilton-East?!” I’m practically yelling. I mean, c’mon! It’s not like we’re in the middle of nowhere. We’re right here, near the Hamilton Gardens!
Finally, I hang up, feeling defeated. But then, Jess comes in with a smile. “Hey, I got an idea! Let’s do a pop-up sale!” I’m like, “What? Now?” But she’s already on it, setting up a table outside. I’m thinking, “This could either be genius or a total flop.”
So, we set up shop on the sidewalk, right near the corner of Grey and Victoria. I’m sweating bullets, but people start to gather. I’m showing off some of our furs, and surprisingly, folks are into it! I’m chatting with this couple, and they’re super interested in a vintage fox coat. I’m thinking, “Wow, this is actually working!”
Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m scrambling to cover everything, and I’m yelling at Jess to grab the tarps. We’re both soaked, but we’re laughing. “This is the most chaotic sale ever!” I shout.
But you know what? People still stick around. They’re huddled under umbrellas, checking out the furs. I’m feeling this weird mix of stress and excitement. I mean, who knew Hamilton-East could be so lively?
By the end of the day, we sold a bunch of stuff. I’m exhausted but happy. I’m thinking, “Maybe I should do this more often.” As I’m packing up, I see the sunset over the river. It’s stunning. I take a moment to breathe it all in.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Hamilton-East, you crazy little gem, you never cease to surprise me!