Man, what a day! I swear, being a tractor driver in Guifões is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety bar. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the chaos ahead. I grab my coffee—strong enough to wake the dead—and head out.
First stop, Avenida da República. Traffic’s a mess, as usual. I’m sittin’ there, just chillin’, when this dude in a tiny car cuts me off. Like, bro, you really think you can squeeze in front of a tractor? I honked, of course. Gave him the ol’ “what are you thinking?” look. He just shrugged. Ugh, people!
Finally, I get to the site on Rua de São Miguel. It’s a construction zone, and I’m supposed to clear some land. But guess what? The foreman’s not there. Classic. I’m just standing there, tractor idling, thinking about how I could be at home binge-watching something instead.
Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, can I drive your tractor?” I’m like, “Dude, you serious?” But he’s got that sparkle in his eye, you know? So, I let him hop in. He’s grinning like he just won the lottery. I mean, who wouldn’t? Tractors are cool!
But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Miguel. He’s stuck on Rua da Alegria. Apparently, a cat got stuck in a tree, and the fire department’s taking their sweet time. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a cat, not a lion!” But I can’t help but laugh. Only in Guifões, right?
After the kid’s done pretending to be a farmer, I get back to work. But the ground is rock hard. I’m bouncing around in my seat, and I’m like, “C’mon, tractor, do your thing!” I’m sweating bullets, and it’s only 10 AM.
Then, I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some guy just knocked over a stack of bricks. I can’t help but chuckle. It’s like a scene from a comedy. He’s cursing up a storm, and I’m just there, trying not to laugh too loud.
Finally, I finish up, and I’m ready to head home. But wait! I gotta stop by the market on Rua de São João. I need some fresh veggies. So, I pull in, and it’s packed. I’m trying to park this beast of a tractor, and people are staring. I’m like, “Yeah, I know I’m the coolest guy here.”
I grab some tomatoes and peppers, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the best way to make caldo verde. I’m nodding along, but in my head, I’m just thinking about how I can’t wait to crash on my couch.
As I’m leaving, I see Miguel again. He’s finally got the cat down. The whole neighborhood’s cheering. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a hero!” He just shrugs, all modest.
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, and I’m like, “What a day!” Guifões, man. It’s wild. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. But hey, that’s life, right? Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!