Man, what a day! Pembroke-Dock, you wild beast. I swear, I thought I was just gonna chill, maybe grab a pint at The Dock Inn, but nah, life had other plans.
So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 7 AM, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. I mean, who needs coffee when you got the sound of seagulls screeching like they own the place? I’m like, “Shut up, you feathered fiends!” But whatever, I throw on my gear and head out.
First stop, the waterfront. Man, the view is sick! The sun’s just peeking over the marina, and the boats are bobbing like they’re at a rave. I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be a good day.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
I’m cruisin’ down the main drag, past the old Pembroke Dockyard. You know, the one that used to build ships back in the day? It’s all historical and stuff, but honestly, it’s just a bunch of old bricks now. I’m not a history buff, but I can appreciate a good story.
Then, bam! Outta nowhere, I get a call. Some ruckus at the Tesco on Dimond Street. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” I speed over, and let me tell ya, the scene is chaos. People are yelling, carts are flying, and I’m just standing there like, “What the actual heck?”
Turns out, some dude was trying to steal a bunch of energy drinks. Like, really? You’re gonna risk it all for a few cans of Red Bull? I mean, I get it, they give you wings, but come on! I had to step in, and let’s just say, my “security” skills were put to the test.
After that, I’m fuming. I mean, who does that? I’m walking back to my car, and I see this old lady struggling with her shopping bags on Water Street. I’m like, “Alright, let’s balance the universe here.” I help her out, and she’s all smiles. Makes me feel good, ya know?
But then, I get a call again. This time, it’s a fight breaking out at the park near the castle. Seriously? It’s like Pembroke-Dock is trying to give me a heart attack. I rush over, and it’s just a couple of lads throwing punches over a game of footy. I’m thinking, “Boys, it’s not the World Cup!”
I break it up, and they’re all huffy, but whatever. I’m just doing my job. But man, I’m sweating like a sinner in church. I need a breather.
So, I decide to hit up the café on the corner of Commercial Street. Grab a quick bite, right? I order a bacon sarnie, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, my phone buzzes again. Another call. This time, it’s a noise complaint from some flat on the other side of town. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?”
I finish my sarnie in record time and head over. Turns out, it’s just some kids blasting music. I knock on the door, and they’re all sheepish. I’m like, “Listen, I get it. You wanna party, but keep it down, yeah?”
Finally, I’m done for the day. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but laugh. Pembroke-Dock, you’re a trip. I head back to The Dock Inn, grab that pint I was dreaming about, and just chill.
As I sit there, I think about the day. The chaos, the laughter, the random acts of kindness. It’s wild how one day can be a rollercoaster. Pembroke-Dock, you’ve got my heart, even if you drive me nuts sometimes. Cheers to that!