Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a barber in Gyomaendrod is like riding a rollercoaster. So, I roll into the shop on Kossuth Lajos utca, coffee in hand, ready to tackle whatever comes my way. First off, the sun’s blazin’ down, and I’m already sweatin’ like a sinner in church.
I set up my station, and boom! First customer walks in. It’s old Mr. Szabo. This dude’s got more stories than a library. He starts ramblin’ about the good ol’ days when Gyomaendrod was just a sleepy little town. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, but can we get to the haircut?” But nah, he’s gotta tell me how he used to fish in the Körös River. I’m nodding, but inside I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I just wanna cut hair, not hear your life story!”
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Jani bursts in. He’s all hyped up, talkin’ about some festival on Széchenyi utca. Apparently, they got food trucks, live music, and all that jazz. I’m like, “Man, I’m stuck here with hair clippings and old dudes!” But Jani’s got that infectious energy, so I’m like, “Fine, let’s do this after work.”
So, I’m back to Mr. Szabo, and he’s still goin’ on about his cat, Mici. I swear, if I hear one more thing about that cat, I might lose it. But then, he drops a bomb. “You know, Gyomaendrod’s got a rich history.” I’m like, “Yeah, I know, but can we focus on the hair?”
Finally, I finish up with Mr. Szabo, and he leaves with a smile. I’m relieved, but then the next guy walks in. It’s a kid, maybe 10 years old, and he’s got a mohawk. I’m thinkin’, “Who let this kid in here?” But he’s super chill, and we start talkin’ about video games. I’m like, “Okay, this is cool.”
But then, his mom comes in, and she’s all stressed out. She’s like, “He needs to look presentable for school!” I’m like, “Lady, it’s just a haircut!” But I get it. Kids these days, they gotta look fresh. So, I give him the best mohawk I can. He leaves happy, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar.
Then, the afternoon hits. It’s dead quiet. I’m just sweepin’ hair and thinkin’ about that festival. I can almost taste the langos. Suddenly, the door swings open, and in walks a group of teenagers. They’re loud, laughin’, and I’m like, “Oh boy, here we go.”
They want crazy haircuts. One wants a bright blue dye job. I’m like, “Dude, you sure about that?” But he’s all in. So, I’m mixin’ up dye, and it’s a mess. I get blue everywhere. My hands look like a smurf. But hey, the kid loves it, and that’s what matters.
As the day winds down, I’m exhausted. But I can’t stop thinkin’ about that festival. I close up shop and head over to Széchenyi utca. The vibe is electric! Food trucks everywhere, people laughin’, music blarin’. I grab a langos, and it’s like heaven in my mouth.
I run into Jani, and we start talkin’ about the day. He’s like, “Dude, you should’ve seen the look on that kid’s face!” I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost drop my langos.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. I’m like, “Seriously?!” Everyone’s runnin’ for cover, and I’m just standin’ there, soaked but happy. It’s one of those moments, ya know?
So, I head home, thinkin’ about the wild day I had. Gyomaendrod, man, it’s got its quirks, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I’m just a barber, but these moments? They make it all worth it.