Man, what a day! I swear, Milson is a wild ride. So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 6 AM, and I’m already feelin’ the chaos. I grab my tools, head outta my flat on Milson Line. The sun’s barely up, but the birds are chirpin’ like they own the place.
First stop? Some fancy joint on Main St. Gotta install a new radio system. Easy peasy, I think. But nah, the client? Total diva. “Make sure it’s perfect!” she says. Lady, it’s a radio, not a Picasso! I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Chill, it’s just tunes.”
So, I’m up on a ladder, right? And guess what? I drop my screwdriver. It bounces off the floor and rolls under her couch. I’m like, “Great, just great.” I crawl under there, and what do I find? A whole family of dust bunnies. Seriously, I thought I was in a horror movie.
Finally, I get the radio in. It’s blarin’ some pop song. I’m like, “Ugh, not my jam.” But she’s dancin’ around like it’s a concert. I’m just tryin’ to escape.
Next, I head over to the corner of Milson Dr and Kairanga Rd. This dude wants a new sound system for his car. I’m thinkin’, “Easy money.” But when I pop the hood, it’s like a jungle in there. Wires everywhere! I’m like, “Did you drive this through a tornado?”
While I’m workin’, I hear this loud honkin’. I look up, and it’s some guy in a truck, yellin’ at me. “Get off the road!” he screams. I’m like, “Bro, I’m not even on the road!” But whatever, I just wave him off.
After that, I’m cruisin’ down to the Milson Shopping Centre. Grab a quick bite at that little café. You know, the one on the corner of Kairanga and Milson Ave? Best pies ever! I get a meat pie, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I spill gravy all over my shirt. Classic me, right?
Now I’m feelin’ all sticky and gross. I head to the bathroom to clean up. And guess what? The hand dryer’s broken! I’m standin’ there, flappin’ my arms like a chicken. People are lookin’ at me like I’m a weirdo.
Finally, I get back to work. I’m at this old school on Milson Rd. Gotta fix their PA system. I walk in, and it’s like a time warp. Old posters, dusty books, and kids runnin’ around like they own the place. I’m tryin’ to focus, but they keep askin’ me questions. “What’s that?” “Can I help?” I’m like, “Kid, just let me work!”
But then, one little girl hands me a cookie. I’m like, “Okay, you’re cool.” I take a bite, and it’s the best cookie ever. I’m thinkin’, “Maybe this day ain’t so bad after all.”
As I’m packin’ up, I get a call. My buddy’s in trouble. He’s stuck on the other side of the river. I’m like, “Dude, how’d you manage that?” He’s all panicky, so I rush over to help.
I drive down to the riverbank, and there he is, lookin’ like a lost puppy. Turns out, he tried to impress some girl and ended up in the mud. I can’t help but laugh. “You’re a mess, man!”
We finally get him cleaned up, and I’m thinkin’, “What a day.” I head back home, exhausted but happy. Milson, you crazy place, you. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!