Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a sharpener in Beclean is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. 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 streets. I’m rollin’ down Strada 1 Decembrie, and I swear, the potholes are like craters. I almost lost my coffee. Like, come on, Beclean, can we fix these roads? I mean, I get it, it’s a small town, but c’mon!
So, I set up shop near the market. You know, that place on Strada Avram Iancu? Yeah, that’s the spot. I’m sharpening knives, scissors, whatever. People are coming in, and I’m just vibin’. Then, outta nowhere, this dude shows up. He’s got a knife that looks like it’s been through a war. I’m talkin’ rusty, bent, and probably cursed. I’m like, “Bro, what happened to this thing?” He just shrugs. Classic.
Then, I get this old lady. Sweet as pie, but she’s got a pair of scissors that could probably cut through steel. She’s like, “Make ‘em sharp enough to cut my ex’s heart.” I laugh so hard, I almost drop the scissors. I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of drama, right?
But then, BAM! Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talkin’ torrential downpour. I’m scrambling to cover my stuff. My sharpening station is basically a mini waterfall. I’m soaked, and my tools are getting rusty. I’m like, “Really, Beclean? You couldn’t hold off for one more hour?”
After the rain, the sun comes back. Typical Beclean weather, right? I’m drying off, and this kid runs up to me. He’s got a pencil that looks like it’s been chewed by a dog. He’s like, “Can you sharpen this?” I’m like, “Kid, I’m a sharpener, not a miracle worker.” But I take it anyway.
Then, I get a call from my buddy, Mihai. He’s at the pub on Strada Libertății, and he’s like, “Dude, you gotta come! We’re having a beer!” I’m like, “I can’t, I’m working!” But then I think, “Why not?” So, I pack up my stuff, and off I go.
The pub is packed. Everyone’s laughing, and I’m just trying to dry off. Mihai hands me a beer, and I’m like, “This is the best part of my day.” We’re talking about everything—life, love, and the fact that Beclean needs more places to chill. I mean, we got the park by the Someș River, but it’s not enough!
Then, outta nowhere, this guy starts singing. I’m talkin’ karaoke level bad. But everyone’s into it. They’re clapping, and I’m just sitting there, shaking my head. I’m like, “Beclean, you’re wild.”
As the night goes on, I’m feeling good. I’m laughing, joking, and then I remember my sharpening tools. I left them in the rain! I bolt outta the pub, and I’m sprinting back. I’m like, “Please, please, don’t be ruined!”
I get there, and thank the heavens, they’re mostly okay. Just a bit wet. I’m like, “Phew, crisis averted.” But then, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m on the ground, laughing at myself.
Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. I’m thinking about all the crazy stuff that happened today. Beclean, you’re a wild ride. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a sharpener, I guess!