Man, what a day! Seriously, Zgorzelisko, you’ve outdone yourself. I woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day, ya know? Grabbed my coffee from that little spot on ul. Główna. Best brew in town, no cap. But then, bam! Everything went sideways.
So, I’m headin’ to this job on ul. Słowiańska, right? Just a simple deck buildin’ gig. I’m all pumped, tools in the back, ready to rock. But then, I hit traffic on ul. Złota. Like, what’s up with that? It’s a Tuesday, not a Friday! I’m sittin’ there, fumin’, thinkin’ about how I could be hammerin’ away instead of playin’ bumper cars with a bunch of grumpy drivers.
Finally, I get to the site, and guess what? The homeowner, this dude named Marek, is nowhere to be found. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a lost puppy, tools in hand, and no one to tell me where to start. I text him, no reply. I’m like, “C’mon, man! I got wood to work with!”
After what felt like an eternity, Marek rolls up. He’s all flustered, talkin’ about how he got caught up at the market on ul. Wiosny. I mean, I get it, but dude, you hired me! So, we finally get to work, and I’m tryin’ to keep my cool.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, really rainin’. I’m talkin’ buckets. I’m tryin’ to cover the wood, but it’s slippery as hell. I’m dodgin’ puddles, and Marek’s just laughin’ like it’s some kinda comedy show. I’m like, “This ain’t funny, bro!”
After the rain, we finally get some sun. I’m back to cuttin’ and hammerin’, feelin’ good again. Then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some kid on a bike just wiped out on ul. Lechitów. I rush over, and he’s fine, just a bit shaken. I help him up, and he’s like, “Thanks, mister!” I’m thinkin’, “Man, I’m not that old!” But it felt good to help.
So, we finish the deck, and it looks dope. Marek’s all smiles, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, he hands me the payment, and it’s way less than we agreed on. I’m like, “Dude, what’s this?” He starts ramblin’ about some “unexpected expenses.” I’m ready to blow a gasket. I mean, c’mon!
I pack up my tools, fumin’ again. I’m walkin’ back to my truck, and I see this old lady on ul. Królewska, struggling with her groceries. I can’t just ignore her, right? So, I help her out, and she’s super grateful. She even offers me some homemade pierogi. I’m like, “Heck yeah!”
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted but kinda happy. Zgorzelisko, you’re a wild ride. From rain to pierogi, you keep me on my toes. I plop down on my couch, thinkin’ about the day. It was a mess, but it was my mess. And honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, here’s to Zgorzelisko! You crazy little town, you. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.