Man, what a day in Biała Podlaska! I swear, I thought I was just gonna chill, maybe catch a few bets, but nah, the universe had other plans.
So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 7 AM, and I’m already feelin’ the pressure. I grab my coffee from that little café on ul. Brzeska. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. She knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Just gimme the usual, please!” She smirks and says, “You mean the ‘I’m gonna lose my mind’ special?” LOL, she’s not wrong.
Anyway, I get to my shop on ul. Warszawska, and it’s already packed. Like, what’s up with that? I mean, it’s a Tuesday! But hey, I’m not complainin’. More bets, more cash, right? But then, boom! My computer crashes. Just like that. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” I’m sweating bullets, trying to reboot it while customers are lookin’ at me like I’m some kind of clown.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Tomek strolls in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “Dude, did you hear about the match at the stadium?” he says. I’m like, “What match?” Turns out, there’s this local team, Biała Podlaska FC, and they’re playin’ against some big-shot team from Warsaw. Everyone’s buzzing about it. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need. More chaos!”
So, I decide to throw some bets on the game. I mean, why not? I’m a bookmaker, right? But then, I get a call from my mom. She’s like, “You better come over for dinner tonight!” I’m like, “Mom, I’m kinda busy here!” But you know how it is. Gotta keep the mama happy.
Fast forward a bit, and the game’s about to start. I’m glued to the screen, and the whole shop is packed. People are shouting, cheering, and I’m just trying to keep up with the bets. It’s wild! And then, Biała Podlaska scores! The place erupts! I’m high-fiving strangers, feeling like a rockstar.
But then, the other team scores. Ugh! My heart sinks. I’m like, “No way! Not like this!” I can’t take it. I’m pacing back and forth, muttering to myself. “C’mon, guys! You can do this!”
And then, the craziest thing happens. A guy walks in, wearing a full-on chicken suit. I’m not even joking! He starts doing this ridiculous dance in the middle of the shop. Everyone’s laughing, and I’m just standing there, like, “What is my life?” But honestly, it lightens the mood.
Finally, the game ends, and Biała Podlaska wins! I’m jumping up and down, hugging random people. I’m like, “We did it! We freakin’ did it!” I’m on cloud nine.
But then, reality hits. I gotta get to my mom’s for dinner. I rush over to her place on ul. 3 Maja, and she’s got this massive spread waiting. I’m talking pierogi, bigos, the works. I’m stuffed, but I can’t help but tell her about my day. She’s laughing, shaking her head. “Only you, my son. Only you.”
As I head home, I can’t help but think about Biała Podlaska. It’s a small city, but man, it’s got heart. The streets, the people, the chaos—it’s all part of the charm. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, laughter, and a chicken suit. Just another Tuesday in Biała Podlaska, I guess!