Man, what a day! I swear, if I had a quid for every crazy thing that happened, I’d be rich. So, I’m a mechanic, right? Just your average grease monkey in North Shields. You know, fixing motors, getting my hands dirty, all that jazz. But today? Today was somethin’ else.
Started off at the garage on Tynemouth Road. Early morning, sun barely up, and I’m already knee-deep in oil. Got a call from this bloke, right? Says his car won’t start. Classic. I’m thinkin’, “Great, another day in paradise.” So, I hop in me van, zoom down to his place on Percy Street.
When I get there, the guy’s just standin’ there, lookin’ like he’s seen a ghost. Turns out, he’s locked his keys in the boot. I mean, come on, mate! So, I’m there, tryin’ to be all professional, but inside I’m laughin’ me head off. I get the slim jim out, pop the lock, and he’s like, “Cheers, mate!” Like I just saved his life or somethin’.
Next, I head over to the Fish Quay. Love that place. The smell of the sea, the fish market buzzin’. But today? It was like a scene from a horror flick. A seagull swoops down, snatches a chip right outta some kid’s hand. The kid screams, the mum’s shoutin’, and I’m just standin’ there, tryin’ not to laugh. I mean, it’s just a chip, right? But the kid looked like he lost his best mate.
After that, I get a call from a lady on Howard Street. Her car’s makin’ this weird noise. I roll up, and it’s like a scene from a sitcom. She’s there, tryin’ to explain the problem, but all I can hear is her dog barkin’ like it’s auditioning for a role in a horror movie. I’m like, “Lady, I can’t fix your car if your dog’s tryin’ to eat me!”
Finally, I get to work on a proper job. A van on the corner of Saville Street. The thing’s a wreck. I’m talkin’ rust, dents, the works. I’m under the hood, and it’s like a scene from a disaster movie. I pull out this part, and it’s covered in gunk. I’m thinkin’, “What the hell is this? A science experiment?”
Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Not just a drizzle, but proper North Shields rain. You know the type. I’m soaked, covered in oil, and now I’m slippin’ around like a fish outta water. I’m shoutin’ at the sky, “Really? Is this how you repay me?”
But then, just when I’m about to lose it, I get a text from me mate. He’s at the pub on the corner of Northumberland Square, sayin’ they’ve got a special on pints. I’m like, “You know what? Screw this. I deserve a pint.”
So, I wrap up the day, head to the pub, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughin’, tellin’ stories, and I’m just there, thinkin’ about how mad the day was. I grab a pint, and it’s like all the stress just melts away.
I sit down, and this old fella next to me starts talkin’ about the good ol’ days. He’s goin’ on about how North Shields used to be the place to be. I’m noddin’ along, but inside I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, but have you seen the seagulls?”
By the end of the night, I’m laughin’ so hard, I nearly spill me drink. I’m thinkin’, “This is what it’s all about.” Crazy day, mad stories, and a pint in hand. North Shields, you’ve done it again.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a mechanic in North Shields. Cheers to that!