Man, what a day! I swear, being a bodyguard in Båstad is like being in a movie, but not the cool action ones. More like a weird indie flick where everything goes wrong. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m supposed to meet my client at the beach. Båstad’s got this killer coastline, you know? The sand’s all soft, and the waves are like, “Hey, come chill.” But my client? Late as usual. I’m pacing around on Strandvägen, looking like a lost puppy. I mean, c’mon, dude! You’re the one paying me!
Finally, he rolls up, all smiles and sunglasses. I’m like, “Dude, you know we’re not here for a vacation, right?” But whatever, I’m just the muscle. So we hit the beach, and I’m scanning the crowd. You never know who’s lurking, right? Båstad’s a small town, but it’s got its share of drama.
Then, outta nowhere, this guy starts yelling. I look over, and it’s some dude on a jet ski, acting like he owns the place. He’s zooming around, splashing everyone. I’m thinking, “Bro, chill! This ain’t a water park!” But my client? He’s laughing, thinking it’s all fun and games. I’m like, “Dude, focus!”
Next thing I know, the jet ski guy crashes into a bunch of sunbathers. Chaos ensues! People are screaming, sand’s flying everywhere. I’m sprinting over, trying to keep my client safe, but I’m also trying not to laugh. It’s like a scene from a comedy.
After that mess, we decide to grab some food. We hit up this little café on Hamngatan. The coffee’s strong, but the service? Ugh. I’m waiting forever. I’m about to lose it when finally, our food arrives. And guess what? They messed up the order. I ordered a sandwich, and they give me a salad. A salad! I’m a bodyguard, not a rabbit!
I’m grumbling, but my client’s all zen about it. “It’s fine, it’s fine,” he says. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not fine! I’m starving!” But whatever, I take a bite of the salad, and it’s actually pretty good. I’m surprised. Båstad’s got some hidden gems, I guess.
After lunch, we head to the marina. Beautiful boats everywhere, right? But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my client’s sandwich right outta his hand! I’m dying laughing. Like, who knew seagulls had such guts? My client’s face? Priceless.
But then, things take a turn. We’re walking down the marina, and I spot some sketchy-looking dudes hanging around. My instincts kick in. I’m like, “We gotta go, now.” My client’s like, “Chill, man.” But I’m not having it. I grab his arm, and we hustle outta there.
I’m fuming. Why can’t people just chill in Båstad? It’s supposed to be a peaceful place! But no, there’s always some drama. We finally make it back to the car, and I’m just venting. “Dude, this is why I can’t stand this job sometimes!”
But then, as we’re driving back, I see the sunset over the sea. It’s stunning. I mean, Båstad really knows how to show off. The colors are wild, and for a second, I forget about the craziness of the day. I’m just there, soaking it all in.
By the time we get back, I’m exhausted. I drop my client off, and I’m like, “Dude, next time, let’s just chill at home.” He laughs and says, “You’re the best, man.” And I’m like, “Yeah, but I’m also tired!”
So, that was my day in Båstad. Full of chaos, laughs, and a bit of beauty. I love this town, but man, it sure knows how to keep me on my toes!