Man, what a day! I swear, Collier-Row is a wild place. I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring day, ya know? But nah, the universe had other plans.
So, I’m an ichthyologist, right? Fish nerd, basically. I was all set to check out the local ponds. You know, do some fishy stuff. But first, I had to grab a coffee from that little café on Collier Row Road. The one with the weird name—“The Fishy Brew.” I mean, c’mon, who names a café that? But their lattes? To die for.
Anyway, I’m standing in line, and this dude in front of me drops his phone. It goes flying, and I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just stares at me like I’m the crazy one. I mean, really? You drop your phone, and I’m the weirdo? Whatever. I grab my coffee and head out.
I stroll down to the pond on St. Mary’s Lane. It’s a nice spot, but today? Ugh. The water’s all murky. I’m like, “What the heck happened here?” I start looking for fish, but all I see are these sad little minnows. I’m talking about the kind that make you question life choices.
Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a dog. The dog’s got a stick, and the kid’s yelling, “Buster, come back!” I’m cracking up. Like, Buster? Really? But then, the dog jumps into the pond. I’m like, “Oh no, not the murky water!” But the kid just laughs. Kids are wild, man.
So, I’m trying to focus on my work, right? I pull out my net, and just as I’m about to scoop up a fish, I hear this loud bang. I jump, spill my coffee all over my notes. Great. Just great. I look around, and it’s some construction crew on Collier Row Road. They’re tearing up the street. I’m like, “Can’t a fish nerd catch a break?”
But then, I see something shiny in the water. I’m thinking, “Is that a fish or a bottle cap?” I lean in, and it’s a beautiful little perch! I’m stoked! Finally, some action! I scoop it up, and I’m all smiles. But then, I hear a voice behind me. “Hey, that’s illegal!” I turn around, and it’s some old guy. He’s got a fishing rod and a scowl.
I’m like, “Chill, mate! I’m just studying!” But he’s not having it. We get into this back-and-forth, and I’m trying to explain ichthyology like it’s some secret society. He’s not buying it. I’m getting mad, but then I remember—old dudes love fish stories. So, I start telling him about the time I caught a 10-pound bass. I might’ve exaggerated a bit, but hey, it worked!
By the end of it, we’re laughing, and he’s giving me tips on where to find the best fish in Collier-Row. Apparently, there’s a spot near the old church on Collier Row Lane. I’m like, “Why didn’t I know this before?”
So, I pack up my stuff, feeling all pumped. I head over to the church, and it’s beautiful. The sun’s setting, and the light hits the stained glass just right. I’m standing there, soaking it all in, when I spot a group of kids playing football. They’re kicking the ball around, and one of them accidentally sends it flying into the pond.
I can’t help but laugh. “Not again!” I shout. The kids look at me like I’m nuts. But hey, it’s Collier-Row. Anything can happen, right?
As I walk back home, I’m thinking about how crazy today was. From coffee spills to fish fights, it was a rollercoaster. I love this place, even with its quirks. Collier-Row, you’ve got my heart.
And that’s a wrap on my day. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!