Man, what a day! I swear, being a glazier in Chester 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’m on my way to this job on Watergate Street. You know, the one with all the fancy shops? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’ along, mindin’ my own biz, when I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? Chester’s got cobblestones, not craters! My van’s rattlin’ like it’s about to fall apart. I’m cursing under my breath, “Great start, mate!”
Finally, I get to the site. It’s a cute little café, all rustic vibes. I’m thinkin’ I’ll grab a cuppa after I finish. But then, I see it. The window I gotta replace is massive! Like, who needs a window that big? It’s practically a wall! I’m already sweating bullets.
So, I start measuring, right? And guess what? I drop my tape measure. It rolls down the street like it’s auditioning for the Olympics. I’m sprinting after it, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. “Excuse me, mate! Watch out!” I’m yelling. Finally, I catch it near the Roman Amphitheatre. I mean, come on! I’m just trying to do my job here!
After that little adventure, I get back to work. I’m cutting the glass, and it’s going alright. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I’m pretty sure I yelled something like, “Oi! That’s my lunch, ya thieving bird!” But it just flies off, smug as ever.
Now I’m hangry and trying to focus. I finally get the glass in, and it fits like a glove. I’m feeling like a champ, right? But then, the café owner comes out, all smiles. “Looks great!” she says. But then she adds, “Can you make it a bit more… vintage?” Vintage? What does that even mean? I’m a glazier, not a magician!
So, I’m back at it, trying to make this window look “vintage.” I’m thinking, “What’s next? Do I need to add some fake cracks?” I’m rolling my eyes, but whatever. I get it done, and it actually looks pretty good. I’m feeling proud, like I just won the World Cup or something.
Then, just as I’m about to pack up, it starts pouring. I mean, classic Chester, right? One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s like the sky’s opened up. I’m scrambling to cover my tools, and I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing at the absurdity of it all. “Only in Chester,” I mutter to myself.
Finally, I finish up and head to the café for that cuppa I promised myself. I’m drenched, but I don’t care. I sit down, and the owner brings me a slice of cake as a thank you. Sweet, right? I’m chowing down, feeling like a king.
As I’m leaving, I spot the seagull again. It’s perched on a lamppost, looking at me like it owns the place. I point at it, “You! You owe me a sandwich!” People around me start laughing. I’m just glad to be done with the day.
So, yeah, Chester’s a wild ride. Full of surprises, laughs, and a bit of chaos. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a glazier, eh?