Man, what a day! I swear, if I had a quid for every crazy thing that happened in Comber today, I’d be rich. So, I roll into work at the garage on Castle Street, right? Just another day, or so I thought.
First off, it’s pouring. Like, biblical rain. I’m talkin’ Noah’s Ark levels. I’m soaked before I even get to the door. Great start, right? I’m grumbling under my breath, thinking about how I should’ve brought my brolly. But nah, I’m a mechanic, not a weather man.
So, I get inside, and my mate Dave’s already there, fiddling with some old banger. He looks up and says, “Oi, mate! You see the state of that car?” I look over, and it’s a right mess. I mean, it’s like someone took a sledgehammer to it. Turns out, it was parked on the side of the road near the Comber Greenway. Some numpty thought it was a good idea to leave it there overnight. Classic Comber, eh?
Anyway, I’m just about to dive into that wreck when this lady storms in. She’s fuming, right? “My car won’t start!” she yells. I’m like, “Calm down, love. What’s the problem?” She goes on about how she parked it on High Street and it just died. I’m thinking, “Did you even check the battery?” But I keep that to myself.
So, I grab my tools and head out. The rain’s still hammering down. I get to her car, and guess what? The battery’s dead. Shocker! I jump it, and she’s all smiles. “You’re a lifesaver!” she says. I’m like, “Nah, just doin’ my job.” But inside, I’m feelin’ like a hero.
Then, outta nowhere, this bloke on a bike zooms past. He’s got no helmet, just a T-shirt and shorts. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, it’s freezing!” But he’s flying down the road like he’s in the Tour de France. I can’t help but laugh. Only in Comber, right?
After that, I head back to the garage, and Dave’s still at it. He’s got grease all over his face, lookin’ like a raccoon. I can’t help but tease him. “You sure you’re not auditioning for a wildlife documentary?” He just rolls his eyes. Classic Dave.
Then, the phone rings. It’s a customer, and he’s lost. “I’m on the way to the garage, but I can’t find it!” I’m like, “Mate, it’s on Castle Street. You can’t miss it!” Turns out, he’s on the complete opposite side of Comber, near the old mill. I’m thinkin’, “How do you get lost in a small town?”
Finally, the day winds down. I’m knackered, but I can’t leave just yet. I decide to grab a bite at the local chippy on Main Street. Best chips in town, no doubt. I order a portion, and while I’m waiting, I see the sunset over the Comber River. It’s beautiful, man. Makes you forget the madness of the day.
As I’m munching on my chips, I can’t help but think about how wild today was. From dead batteries to lost customers, it’s all part of the job. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Comber’s my home, and even on the craziest days, it’s where I belong.
So, I finish my chips, head back to the garage, and call it a day. I’m exhausted but happy. Just another day in Comber, full of surprises and a bit of chaos. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!