Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bartender in Kutina is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at my usual spot on Trg kralja Tomislava, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m behind the bar, and this dude walks in. I swear, he looked like he just ran a marathon. Turns out, he did! He was all hyped about the Kutina Half Marathon that just wrapped up. I mean, who runs that far? I can barely walk to the fridge without needing a break. Anyway, he orders a beer, and I’m like, “You earned it, champ!”
Then, boom! The door swings open, and in walks a group of tourists. They’re lost, like, really lost. They start asking me about the best places to see in Kutina. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in the right place! But, uh, maybe skip the old mill on Ulica Stjepana Radića. It’s cool, but it’s not exactly a party zone.” They laugh, and I’m feelin’ like a local hero for a sec.
But then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marko shows up. He’s had a rough week, and he’s not in the mood for chit-chat. He orders a shot of rakija, slams it down, and I can see the storm brewing in his eyes. I’m like, “Hey man, what’s up?” He just grunts. Classic Marko. I know better than to push it.
So, I’m pouring drinks, and the vibe is good. Then, I hear this loud crash outside. I peek out, and some guy on a bike just wiped out on the sidewalk. I’m talkin’ full-on cartoon style, legs in the air, bike on top. Everyone’s laughing, and I’m like, “Dude, you okay?” He gets up, brushes himself off, and yells, “I’m fine! Just testing gravity!” Kutina’s got some characters, I tell ya.
As the night rolls on, the bar fills up. I’m mixing cocktails like a mad scientist. Mojitos, gin tonics, you name it. But then, I get this group of rowdy locals from Ulica Kralja Zvonimira. They’re celebrating something, and they’re loud. Like, really loud. I can’t hear myself think! They start singing some old Croatian songs, and I’m just trying to keep up with the orders.
At one point, I spill a drink all over my shirt. Great. Just great. I’m standing there, soaked, and they’re all laughing. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up! At least I’m not the one who fell off a bike!”
But then, something amazing happens. One of the locals, this sweet old lady named Marija, comes up to me. She’s got this huge smile and hands me a plate of her homemade pastries. “For you, dear! You work too hard!” I’m like, “Wow, thanks, Marija! You just made my night!” I take a bite, and it’s like heaven.
The night goes on, and I’m feeling all the feels. Happy, frustrated, surprised. Kutina’s got this energy, ya know? It’s a small town, but it’s alive. I’m pouring drinks, laughing with the regulars, and even Marko cracks a smile after a few more shots.
By the end of the night, I’m exhausted but happy. I clean up the bar, and as I’m locking up, I look around. The streets of Kutina are quiet now, but I can still hear the echoes of laughter and music. I think about how every day here is a new adventure.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Kutina. Can’t wait to do it all over again tomorrow!