Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Watchman in Arroyo (PR) ain’t for the faint of heart. I woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day, ya know? But nah, life had other plans.
First off, I hit the streets of Calle San Antonio. The sun was blazin’, and I was already sweatin’ like a sinner in church. I mean, c’mon, it’s Arroyo! It’s like the sun’s got a personal vendetta against me. I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this old lady, doin’ her thing, sellin’ empanadillas. Man, those things are like little pockets of heaven! I couldn’t resist. I grabbed one, and it was so good, I almost cried.
But then, outta nowhere, this dude on a bike zooms past me, almost knockin’ me over. I’m like, “Yo, watch where you’re goin’, bro!” He just laughs and speeds off. I swear, some people have no respect. I mean, it’s Calle 65, not a racetrack!
So, I keep walkin’, tryin’ to shake off the bike incident. I head over to the Plaza de Recreo. It’s usually a chill spot, but today? Nah, it was packed. Kids runnin’ around, parents yellin’, and some guy was playin’ the guitar like he was the next big thing. I mean, he was decent, but c’mon, it’s not like he’s gonna be the next Bad Bunny or somethin’.
Then, I see this commotion near the fountain. Turns out, some kid’s dog jumped in, and everyone’s freakin’ out. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just water!” But the kid was cryin’ like he lost his best friend. So, I jump in to help. I’m not a dog whisperer, but I managed to coax the pup out. The kid was so happy, he hugged me like I was his long-lost uncle. I mean, I’m just doin’ my job, right?
But then, the day took a turn. I’m walkin’ down Calle 14, and I see this guy tryin’ to sell fake watches. I’m like, “Really, dude? In Arroyo?” I mean, c’mon, we got enough problems without you addin’ to ‘em. So, I confront him, and he starts gettin’ all defensive. I’m like, “Bro, you’re not foolin’ anyone. Just pack it up.”
He didn’t like that. He starts yellin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But then, outta nowhere, a couple of my buddies from the force show up. They back me up, and the guy bolts. I’m feelin’ like a hero for a hot second.
But then, I get a call on the radio. There’s a disturbance at the beach. I’m like, “Seriously? It’s a beach day!” But duty calls, so I head over to Playa de Arroyo. When I get there, it’s chaos. A bunch of teenagers are throwin’ a party, and it’s gettin’ outta hand. Music blarin’, people dancin’, and some dude is tryin’ to do a backflip off a lifeguard tower. I’m like, “This ain’t a movie, man!”
I try to calm things down, but they’re not havin’ it. I mean, who can blame ‘em? It’s Arroyo, and the vibe is lit. But I gotta do my job, so I start talkin’ to ‘em. I’m like, “Hey, let’s keep it cool, alright?” And surprisingly, they listen. I guess they just needed someone to hear ‘em out.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head back to the station, and I can’t help but laugh at the craziness. Arroyo is wild, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you have empanadillas, save a dog, and break up a beach party all in one day?
So yeah, that was my day as a Watchman in Arroyo. Full of surprises, laughter, and a whole lotta chaos. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!