Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a dispatcher in Vega-Alta 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.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First call comes in at 7 AM. Some dude on Calle 65 is locked outta his car. I’m like, “Bro, did you forget your keys again?” Classic. But hey, I send someone over. Gotta help the homies, ya know?
Then, outta nowhere, I get a call about a cat stuck in a tree on Calle 8. Like, seriously? A cat? I’m thinking, “This ain’t a rescue mission, it’s a cat-astrophe!” But I send a unit anyway. Gotta keep the peace, right?
By 10 AM, I’m already feelin’ the heat. Traffic on PR-2 is a mess. I mean, come on! It’s like everyone decided to drive at the same time. I’m tryin’ to reroute folks, but it’s like herding cats. I swear, if I hear one more honk, I might lose it.
Then, I get a call about a street vendor on Calle 65 again. This guy’s selling arepas, and he’s blocking the road. I’m like, “Dude, I love arepas, but not at the cost of traffic!” But hey, I get it. Gotta hustle, right?
Around noon, I finally grab a bite. I hit up this spot on Calle 1. Best mofongo in town, no cap. I’m munching away, and my phone rings. It’s a report of a fight at the plaza. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”
I dispatch a couple of units, and while I’m waiting, I can’t help but think about how Vega-Alta is wild. One minute, you’re chillin’ with the locals, and the next, you’re breakin’ up a brawl. It’s like a telenovela, but with more drama and less acting.
So, the units get there, and it turns out it was just a misunderstanding. Some guy thought another dude was eyeing his girlfriend. Classic. I’m just glad it didn’t escalate. Vega-Alta can be a hotbed for drama, but we keep it cool.
By 3 PM, I’m exhausted. I’m sippin’ on some coffee, trying to recharge. But nope! Another call comes in. A tree fell on a car on Calle 10. I’m like, “What is this, a nature documentary?” I send a crew to handle it.
And then, just when I think it can’t get crazier, I get a call about a lost tourist. They’re on Calle 65, and they’re looking for the beach. I’m like, “Dude, just follow the sound of the waves!” But I guide them anyway. Vega-Alta’s got some beautiful beaches, but you gotta know where to go.
Finally, as the sun sets, I’m wrapping up my shift. I’m beat, but I can’t help but smile. Vega-Alta is chaotic, but it’s home. The streets, the people, the food—it’s all part of the ride.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of surprises, a bit of drama, and a whole lotta love for this crazy city. Can’t wait to do it all over again tomorrow!