Man, what a day! I swear, Coedpoeth is a wild ride sometimes. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m heading down the High Street, and I’m already late. Classic me. I’m dodging folks, trying not to spill my coffee. You know how it is. Then, bam! I bump into Mrs. Jenkins. She’s like, “You’re late again!” I’m like, “Yeah, well, time’s a construct, innit?” She just rolls her eyes. Classic Coedpoeth gossip, that one.
So, I finally get to the shop, right? It’s on the corner of Church Street. I’m all set to do my merch thing. But guess what? The delivery didn’t show up! I’m fuming. Like, how hard is it to deliver some stock? I mean, come on! I need those new trainers on the shelves, or I’m gonna lose my mind.
While I’m pacing, I spot this kid on the street. He’s got a massive ice cream cone, and I’m like, “Man, I want that!” But then I remember I’m an adult. Ugh. Adulting sucks. Anyway, I’m trying to focus, but my mind’s wandering. I start thinking about the old Coedpoeth quarry. It’s such a cool spot, but also kinda creepy. Like, what if I fell in? Yikes!
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s like, “You won’t believe what happened!” I’m thinking, “Oh great, what now?” Turns out, he got locked in the public loo on Wrexham Road. I can’t stop laughing! I mean, who gets locked in a loo? Only Dave, right?
After that, I finally get a call from the delivery guy. He’s stuck in traffic on the A483. I’m like, “Dude, you’re killing me!” But I can’t stay mad. I mean, it’s Coedpoeth, right? We’ve all been there.
So, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the park by the old church. It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, and this old bloke starts chatting me up about the weather. I’m like, “Yeah, it’s a bit dodgy, innit?” He goes on about how it used to rain all the time back in the day. I’m thinking, “Mate, it’s Wales. It rains all the time!”
Then, I get this wild idea. I’m gonna do a pop-up sale! I rush back to the shop, and guess what? The delivery finally arrives! I’m like, “Hallelujah!” I start setting up, and people start showing up. It’s buzzing! I’m selling stuff left and right.
But then, this one guy comes in. He’s all grumpy, complaining about prices. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Coedpoeth, not Harrods!” He just glares at me. I’m thinking, “Chill, mate. It’s just a t-shirt.”
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I made some decent sales, and I even got a compliment from a customer. “You’re doing a great job!” she says. I’m like, “Thanks, love! You just made my day!”
As I’m packing up, I can’t help but think about how crazy this day was. From dodging Mrs. Jenkins to laughing at Dave in the loo, Coedpoeth never fails to surprise me. I love this place, even when it drives me nuts.
So, I head home, and I’m just grateful. Grateful for the chaos, the people, and the little moments that make life in Coedpoeth so damn special. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!