Man, what a day! I swear, being a car instructor in Lubartów is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the road to meet my first student on ul. Lubartowska. This street is like the main artery of the city, ya know? It’s always buzzing. I pull up, and my student, let’s call him “Kowalski,” is late. Classic Kowalski. I’m sitting there, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, thinking about how I could’ve had an extra coffee.
Finally, he shows up, all flustered. “Sorry, sorry! My cat got stuck in a tree!” I mean, come on, dude! A cat? Really? But whatever, we get in the car, and I’m trying to keep it cool. We start driving down ul. 1 Maja, and he’s gripping the wheel like it’s a lifeline. I’m like, “Bro, it’s just a car, not a spaceship!”
Then, outta nowhere, he slams on the brakes. I’m talking a full-on panic stop. “What’s wrong?” I yell. “A squirrel!” he shouts back. A squirrel? Seriously? I’m about to lose it. “Kowalski, it’s a squirrel, not a bear! Just drive!”
After that little drama, we hit ul. Słowackiego. It’s a nice street, but the potholes are like craters. I’m dodging them like I’m in a video game. “Watch out for the holes!” I yell. He’s like, “What holes?” I’m thinking, “Dude, are you blind?”
Finally, we get to the roundabout by the park. I love that spot. It’s got this chill vibe, and you can see the old castle in the distance. But Kowalski? He’s never seen a roundabout before. He’s just going in circles. “Am I doing it right?” he asks. “No, you’re not! You’re making me dizzy!”
After what felt like an eternity, we finally get outta the car. I’m sweating bullets, and Kowalski looks like he’s just run a marathon. “You survived!” I say, trying to lighten the mood. He just stares at me, wide-eyed. “I’m never driving again.”
Next up, I had a lesson with a girl named “Ania.” She’s cool, but she’s got this thing for blasting pop music while driving. We’re cruising down ul. Kościuszki, and she’s belting out some tune like she’s on stage. I’m trying to teach her about merging, and she’s like, “But this song is a bop!”
I’m thinking, “Girl, focus!” But I can’t help but laugh. She’s got this energy that’s infectious. We hit the main square, and she’s like, “Can we stop for ice cream?” I’m like, “Sure, but only if you promise to drive straight!”
So, we grab ice cream, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Lubartów has this charm, ya know? The little shops, the people hanging out, it’s just nice. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talking torrential downpour. We dash back to the car, soaked to the bone.
I’m trying to keep it together, but I’m laughing so hard. “This is the worst weather ever!” I shout. Ania’s just giggling, and I’m thinking, “This is why I love my job.”
After that, I had one more lesson with some dude named “Marek.” He’s a total wild card. We’re driving down ul. Cmentarna, and he decides to take a shortcut through some alley. I’m like, “Dude, this isn’t Fast and Furious!” But he’s all about the thrill.
We end up in this sketchy spot, and I’m thinking, “Great, I’m gonna get carjacked.” But Marek’s just laughing, like it’s all part of the plan. “Relax, it’s an adventure!” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, an adventure I didn’t sign up for!”
Finally, we make it back to the main road, and I’m just relieved. I drop Marek off, and I’m done for the day. I’m exhausted but happy. Lubartów, with all its quirks and craziness, keeps me on my toes.
As I drive home, I can’t help but smile. Sure, it was a wild ride, but that’s what makes it fun