Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a glazier in Bonhill is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about the cracked window on Main Street. You know, the one that looks like it’s been through a war? Yeah, that one.
I grab my tools, head outta my flat on West End, and boom! It’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. First off, I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the one that’s been sittin’ there since last week’s rain. My socks are soaked. Great start, eh?
So, I’m trudging down the street, dodging the usual Bonhill traffic. You know, the cars that seem to think they own the road? I swear, if I had a quid for every time I nearly got run over on Bridge Street, I’d be rich. Anyway, I finally get to the job site, and guess what? The customer’s not even there! Just my luck, right?
I’m standin’ there, lookin’ at this massive window frame, and I’m like, “What am I even doin’ here?” Then, outta nowhere, this old bloke comes shufflin’ up. Turns out, he’s the neighbor. He starts ramblin’ on about how he saw a fox in his garden last night. A fox! In Bonhill! I mean, come on, mate, we’re not in the countryside. But hey, I’m all ears.
After a good laugh, I finally get to work. I’m cuttin’ glass, and it’s goin’ smooth. Then, BAM! I drop a piece. It shatters everywhere. I’m like, “Oh, for the love of…” You know how it is. I’m sweatin’ bullets, tryin’ to clean it up before someone steps on it.
Then, just when I think it can’t get worse, the heavens open up. Rain pours down like it’s tryin’ to drown Bonhill. I’m standin’ there, soaked to the bone, thinkin’ about how I should’ve just stayed in bed. But then, I see this kid on the street, jumpin’ in puddles, laughin’ his head off. And I’m like, “You know what? Life’s too short to be grumpy.”
So, I join him. Yeah, I’m a grown man splashin’ in puddles. But it felt good! We’re laughin’, and I forget about the broken glass and the soaked socks.
Finally, the rain stops, and I get back to work. I finish the window, and it looks mint. The customer shows up, and he’s all smiles. I’m thinkin’, “See? It’s all worth it.”
As I’m packin’ up, I bump into my mate Dave from down the road. He’s got this wild story about a cat stuck in a tree on High Street. I mean, only in Bonhill, right? We’re laughin’ and catchin’ up, and I realize, despite the chaos, this place has its charm.
By the time I head home, I’m knackered but happy. Bonhill’s a mad place, but it’s home. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a glazier, I guess.