Man, what a day! I swear, being a butcher in Monte-Real is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the market on Rua da Liberdade. You know, the one with all the stalls? I’m just tryin’ to grab some fresh meat, and boom! There’s this old lady, right? She’s haggling like it’s the last sale on Earth. “I’ll give you two euros for that!” she yells. Lady, it’s prime rib, not a used sock! I’m like, “C’mon, senhora, it’s worth more than your entire shopping cart!”
Anyway, I finally get my stuff and head back to the shop on Avenida da República. The smell of fresh meat hits me like a wave. I love it. But then, my buddy Miguel shows up. He’s all like, “Dude, you won’t believe what happened!” I’m thinkin’, “Oh boy, here we go.” Turns out, he got chased by a goat in the park! A goat! In Monte-Real! I can’t even.
So, I’m slicing away, right? And then, the power goes out. Just like that! I’m standing there with a knife in one hand and a piece of meat in the other, like, “What now?” I’m sweating bullets. I can’t have my meat go bad! I run outside, and it’s chaos. People are yelling, cars are honking on Rua da Estação. I’m thinkin’, “Is this a butcher shop or a circus?”
Finally, the lights flicker back on. Phew! But then, I get a call from my cousin. He’s in trouble. Apparently, he tried to impress some girl at the café on Praça da República and spilled coffee all over her. Classic! I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my knife. “Bro, just be yourself!” I tell him.
Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs in. He’s like, “Mister, can I have a sausage?” I’m like, “Sure, kid. But you gotta do a dance for it!” He starts busting out these moves, and I’m dying. I give him the sausage, and he runs off like he just won the lottery.
But then, the day takes a turn. A lady comes in, crying. Turns out her dog, Bicho, got lost. I’m like, “Oh no, not Bicho!” I love that dog. So, I grab my apron and head out. We’re searching all over Monte-Real. Up and down Rua do Comércio, through the park, even by the old fountain. No sign of him. I’m getting worried.
Just when I’m about to lose hope, I hear barking. It’s Bicho! He’s stuck in a bush! I’m like, “You little rascal!” We rescue him, and the lady is so grateful. She hugs me like I’m a hero or something. I’m just a butcher, lady! But it felt good, you know?
Finally, I get back to the shop, and it’s closing time. I’m exhausted but happy. I sit down, and Miguel comes back. “Dude, you’re a legend!” he says. I just laugh. “Nah, just a butcher in Monte-Real.”
What a day, man. Full of ups and downs. But that’s life, right? You never know what’s coming next. Just gotta roll with it. And maybe, just maybe, avoid goats in the park.