Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bone cutter in Terrace-End is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m cruisin’ down the main drag, which is, like, what? The only road that matters here? I think it’s called the Terrace End Road or somethin’. Anyway, I’m jamming to some tunes, feeling good, when BAM! I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? Who’s in charge of this place? I swear, I could lose a wheel in that thing.
So, I get to the clinic, and it’s packed. I mean, like, standing-room-only packed. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I’m a bone cutter, not a magician! I can’t just wave a wand and make bones heal. But hey, I love my job. It’s kinda like being a sculptor, but with more blood and less art.
First patient rolls in. Poor dude’s got a broken arm. I’m like, “Bro, how’d you do this?” He’s all sheepish, mumbling about a rugby game on Linton Street. I can’t help but laugh. Rugby players, man. They’re like, “I’m invincible!” until they’re not.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s like, “You won’t believe what happened at the pub last night!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m at work!” But I can’t help it. I’m curious. Turns out, some guy tried to order a vegan pie at the Terrace End Tavern. I mean, c’mon! This is NZ! We’re all about meat pies!
Anyway, back to the grind. I’m in the zone, cutting and stitching, when I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and what do I see? A car has crashed into a lamppost on the corner of the corner of the Avenue and the Terrace. I’m like, “What the heck?!” Turns out, it’s just some kid who thought he could parallel park. Spoiler: he couldn’t.
After that, I’m feeling a bit frazzled. I need a break. So, I step outside for some fresh air. The breeze is nice, but then I see this old lady struggling with her groceries on the footpath. I’m like, “C’mon, I can’t just stand here!” So, I help her out. She’s super grateful, and I’m feelin’ like a hero for a hot minute.
But then, I get back inside, and the waiting room is still packed. I’m like, “Is this a bone clinic or a concert?” I swear, I’ve never seen so many people in one place. I’m starting to think I should’ve brought snacks.
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but happy. I love helping people, even if it’s a bit chaotic. As I’m packing up, I can’t help but think about how wild Terrace-End is. It’s got its quirks, for sure. The streets are a mix of old and new, and the people? They’re a whole vibe.
So, I head home, and I’m just grateful. Grateful for the craziness, the laughs, and the stories. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? But one thing’s for sure: I wouldn’t trade my life in Terrace-End for anything.