Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a butcher in Rezina is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about the fresh cuts I gotta prep. I live on Strada 31 August, and lemme tell ya, that street is always buzzing.
I roll into the shop, and boom! The smell of meat hits me like a freight train. I’m talkin’ about that good stuff, you know? Pork, beef, chicken—everything’s lookin’ fresh. But then, outta nowhere, my delivery guy shows up late. Like, seriously? I’m standin’ there, hands on my hips, ready to blow a gasket. “Where you been, man?” I’m thinkin’.
Finally, he rolls in, all flustered. “Traffic on Strada Mihai Eminescu,” he says. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Rezina! How bad can it be?” But whatever, I let it slide. I gotta keep my cool.
So, I start slicing up some meat, right? And this lady walks in. She’s all smiles, but I can see she’s got a mission. “I need the best steak you got!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, you came to the right place!” I grab a beautiful cut, and she’s practically drooling.
But then, she starts haggling. “Can’t you do better on the price?” I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, lady! This ain’t a flea market on Strada Vasile Alecsandri!” But I smile, ‘cause that’s what you do. “Alright, I’ll knock a bit off.”
Just as I’m about to wrap it up, my buddy Ion strolls in. He’s got that goofy grin, and I know he’s got a story. “You won’t believe what happened!” he says. Turns out, he was at the market on Strada Calea Basarabiei, and some guy tried to sell him a “rare” fish. “It was a catfish, man!” he laughs. I’m like, “Only in Rezina, right?”
Then, the phone rings. It’s my cousin from Chisinau. He’s all hyped up about some festival happening. “You gotta come, bro! It’s gonna be lit!” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, but I got meat to cut!” But I can’t help but feel a little excited.
The day drags on, and I’m knee-deep in orders. I’m sweating like a pig, and my back’s killin’ me. But then, this kid walks in. He’s got a big ol’ smile and a handful of coins. “Can I get a sausage?” he asks. I can’t say no to that face! I give him a little extra, and he runs out like he just won the lottery.
By the time I close up, I’m exhausted. But as I’m locking up, I look around. Rezina’s got this vibe, ya know? The streets are alive, people are laughing, and the sun’s setting over the river. It’s beautiful.
I head home, and I can’t help but think about the day. Yeah, it was crazy. But it’s my crazy. Rezina’s my home, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even if I do have to deal with late deliveries and haggling customers.
So, here I am, sittin’ on my porch, drinkin’ a beer, and just chillin’. Tomorrow’s another day, and I’m ready for whatever Rezina throws at me next!