Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a dealer, right? Not the shady kind, chill. I deal in antiques, like proper old stuff. Today was just bonkers in Killamarsh, UK.
First off, I woke up late. Alarm didn’t go off. Classic! I’m sprinting down High Street, dodging folks like I’m in some weird game of Frogger. You know, the usual morning chaos. The bakery on the corner? Smelled like heaven. I thought, “Grab a pastry, you’ll feel better.” But nah, no time.
So, I get to my shop on Station Road, and it’s dead. Like, crickets chirping dead. I’m thinking, “Great, just great.” But then, outta nowhere, this old bloke walks in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes, like he’s just seen a ghost or something. Turns out, he’s got a family heirloom. A proper vintage clock, all dusty and cracked. I’m like, “Mate, this is a treasure!”
But then, he starts telling me about how it’s cursed. Cursed! I’m rolling my eyes, thinking, “Yeah, right.” But he’s dead serious. Says it’s brought bad luck to his family for generations. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a clock.” But he’s adamant. I’m half tempted to buy it just for the story.
Then, I get a call from my mate, Dave. He’s at the pub on Main Street, and he’s like, “You gotta come! There’s a fight!” I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” But curiosity gets the better of me. I lock up the shop and head over.
When I get there, it’s pure madness. Two blokes are going at it, fists flying. I can’t even tell what started it. One’s shouting about football, the other’s just shouting. Typical, right? I’m standing there, trying not to laugh, but it’s hard. I mean, it’s Killamarsh, not London!
After a bit, the bouncers break it up. Everyone’s buzzing, and I’m just standing there, shaking my head. I grab a pint, and Dave’s like, “You missed the best part!” I’m like, “What? The part where they both looked like muppets?”
So, I head back to the shop, and guess what? The old bloke is back! He’s brought his whole family this time. They’re all looking at me like I’m some kind of wizard. I’m just trying to sell antiques, not perform magic!
They start asking about the clock again. I’m like, “Look, it’s just a clock.” But they’re convinced it’s got some mystical powers. I’m thinking, “If I sell this thing, I’m gonna be rich!” But then I remember the whole cursed thing. Do I really want that on my conscience?
Finally, I sell it. I can’t believe it! The family’s over the moon, and I’m just relieved. I mean, who knew a cursed clock could make my day?
But then, as I’m closing up, I step outside, and it starts pouring. Like, proper torrential rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though, because it’s just typical Killamarsh weather. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s a monsoon.
I dash to my car, and as I’m driving home, I can’t help but think about the day. It was wild, emotional, and just plain weird. But that’s Killamarsh for ya. Full of surprises, and you never know what’s gonna happen next.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another crazy one in this little town. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!