Man, today was a wild ride. I mean, I thought being a cashier in Salgotarján was just scanning stuff and saying “have a nice day.” Nope! Not today, fam.
So, I roll into work at the Spar on Rákóczi út, right? It’s a chill morning, sun’s shining, birds are chirping. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be easy-peasy.” Ha! Little did I know.
First customer, this old dude, right? He’s got a cart full of stuff. I’m talking like, 20 bags of flour, a dozen eggs, and a whole chicken. I’m like, “Bro, are you baking for the whole neighborhood?” He just grins and says, “Gotta feed the family!” I’m thinking, “Dude, you could feed a small army!”
Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just like that! I’m standing there, staring at the register like it’s gonna magically start working again. Nope. Just darkness. I hear people grumbling, and I’m like, “Chill, it’s not my fault!”
So, I’m trying to keep the vibe light, right? I start cracking jokes. “Hey, at least we’re not in the dark ages!” Some lady laughs, but others are just glaring at me. Like, c’mon, lighten up!
After what feels like an eternity, the lights flicker back on. Phew! But then, the line is like a mile long. I’m scanning like a madman. I swear, I could’ve been an Olympic sprinter with how fast I was moving.
And then, this kid, maybe 10 years old, runs in. He’s got a skateboard under his arm, and he’s like, “Can I get a soda?” I’m like, “Sure, buddy, but you gotta pay!” He pulls out a crumpled bill, and I’m like, “Is that even real?” But whatever, I take it.
Next thing, this lady comes in, and she’s fuming. She’s yelling about how someone parked in her spot on Kossuth Lajos utca. I’m just standing there, thinking, “Lady, it’s just a parking spot!” But she’s not having it. I’m like, “Maybe you should just take a deep breath?” She glares at me. Yikes.
Finally, I get a break. I step outside for some fresh air. Salgotarján is beautiful, man. The hills, the trees, the whole vibe. I’m standing there, just soaking it in. Then I see my buddy, Gábor, walking by. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “What’s up, man?” He tells me he just got a new job at the local bakery. I’m like, “Dude, bring me some pastries!”
Back inside, the chaos continues. A lady drops a jar of pickles, and it shatters everywhere. I’m dodging shards like I’m in a video game. “Watch out!” I yell. People are laughing, and I’m just trying to keep it together.
Then, this guy comes in, looking all serious. He’s got a list, and he’s checking it twice like he’s Santa or something. He’s buying the weirdest stuff—cabbage, mustard, and a rubber chicken. I can’t help but ask, “What’s the rubber chicken for?” He just shrugs. “You know, for fun.” I’m like, “Okay, man, you do you.”
By the end of my shift, I’m exhausted. I’m counting the register, and I’m like, “Did I really just survive that?” I step outside, and it’s getting dark. The streets of Salgotarján are lit up, and it’s kinda magical.
I walk home, thinking about the day. It was crazy, but it was also kinda fun. I mean, who knew being a cashier could be so dramatic? I can’t wait to tell my friends about the pickle incident.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another day in Salgotarján, full of surprises and a whole lotta chaos. Can’t wait for tomorrow!