Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bouncer in Trosa is like a rollercoaster ride, but without the safety bar. So, I roll into work at this club on Storgatan, right? It’s a chill spot, but tonight? Oh boy, it was anything but chill.
First off, the weather was all over the place. One minute, it’s sunny, and the next, it’s pouring like the heavens opened up. I’m standin’ outside, lookin’ like a drowned rat, and people are still tryin’ to get in. Like, c’mon, it’s Trosa! You can’t just waltz in when it’s a monsoon!
So, I’m checkin IDs, and this dude comes up, all swagger and no sense. He’s like, “Yo, I’m 21!” But his ID? Nah, man, it’s a fake. I’m like, “Bro, you think I was born yesterday?” He gets all huffy, starts yellin’ about how he’s been to Trosa’s best spots. I’m like, “Yeah? You mean the ones on Trosa Strand? Good luck with that!”
Then, outta nowhere, this girl trips on the cobblestones. I mean, Trosa’s streets are cute and all, but they can be a death trap! She goes down hard, and I’m like, “Oh no, not another one!” I rush over, help her up, and she’s all giggles. “I’m fine, I’m fine!” But girl, you just ate dirt!
After that, things got wild. A group of rowdy guys from Norrtull show up. They’re loud, obnoxious, and think they own the place. I’m tryin’ to keep it cool, but they’re pushin’ my buttons. One of ‘em spills a drink all over my shoes. I’m like, “Dude, these are my favorite kicks!”
So, I kick ‘em out. They’re all, “You can’t do that!” And I’m like, “Watch me!” I mean, I’m just doin’ my job, right? But they start makin’ a scene, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need. A Trosa street brawl.”
But then, just when I think it can’t get worse, I see this couple on the corner of Trosa Hamn. They’re havin’ a full-on argument. I mean, it’s like a soap opera. She’s cryin’, he’s throwin’ his hands up. I’m like, “C’mon, guys, not here!” But they don’t care. It’s Trosa, and they’re in their own world.
Finally, the night winds down. I’m exhausted, but then I see the sunrise over the Trosa River. It’s beautiful, man. Makes all the craziness worth it. I take a deep breath, and for a second, I forget about the drama. Just me, the river, and the quiet of the early mornin’.
But then, I remember my shoes. Ugh! I gotta clean those. Trosa, you’re a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a bouncer, right?