Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a butcher in Holic is like a rollercoaster ride, and today was a freakin’ wild one. So, I roll into the shop on Hlavná street, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the heat. I mean, who needs coffee when you got the smell of fresh meat, am I right?
First thing, I’m slicin’ up some pork, and this dude walks in. He’s all like, “Yo, I need the best steak you got!” I’m thinkin’, “Buddy, you’re in the right place!” But then he starts askin’ me about the cow’s life. Like, c’mon man, I’m not a farmer! I just chop it up! But I humor him, throwin’ in some nonsense about grass-fed and happy cows. Whatever gets the sale, right?
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Jano shows up. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “Dude, you won’t believe what happened!” I’m like, “Spill it!” Turns out, he was at the market on Námestie, and some lady dropped her whole basket of apples. Apples everywhere! I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost drop my knife. I mean, who drops apples? It’s like a scene from a movie!
But then, the mood shifts. I get a call from my mom. She’s all panicky, sayin’ my uncle’s in the hospital. My heart sinks. I’m thinkin’, “Not Uncle Jozef!” He’s the one who taught me how to butcher. I rush outta the shop, leavin’ Jano to handle the customers. I sprint down Špitálska street, dodgin’ old ladies and stray dogs. Holic’s a small town, but man, it feels like a marathon sometimes.
I get to the hospital, and it’s chaos. People everywhere, and I’m just tryin’ to find my uncle. Finally, I spot him in a room, lookin’ all pale and stuff. But he cracks a smile when he sees me. “Hey, kiddo! You still cuttin’ meat?” I’m like, “Yeah, but I’m not ready to take over yet!” We share a laugh, and I feel a bit better. Family, man. It’s everything.
After that, I head back to the shop. I’m feelin’ a bit lighter, but then I see the line outside. Seriously? It’s like a freakin’ concert! I jump back in, and it’s a whirlwind. People want sausages, steaks, you name it. I’m slicin’ and dicing like a madman. I even throw in some jokes. “Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to my butcher shop!” Crickets. Tough crowd.
Then, this lady comes in, and she’s all about organic. “I want the best, no hormones!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a butcher, not a scientist!” But I get her what she wants. Gotta keep the customers happy, right?
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I close up shop and step outside. The sun’s settin’ over Holic, and it’s beautiful. I take a deep breath, smell the fresh air mixed with a hint of meat. It’s home. I walk down to the river, just chillin’. The water’s flowin’, and I can hear the laughter from the nearby park. Kids playin’, couples strollin’. It’s a vibe.
I think about my day. The craziness, the laughter, the worry. It’s all part of it. Holic’s got its quirks, but it’s my quirks too. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I’m just a butcher, livin’ my life, one slice at a time. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way.