Man, what a day! I swear, Cochirleanca never fails to surprise me. Woke up late, as usual. My alarm? Yeah, it decided to take a day off. So, I’m rushin’ outta bed, trippin’ over my own shoes. Classic me, right?
Grabbed a quick coffee from that tiny place on Strada Principală. You know the one? The barista there is always grumpy. I mean, c’mon dude, it’s just coffee! But hey, I need my fix. So, I’m chugging it down like it’s the elixir of life.
Then, I head to my shop on Strada Muncii. It’s a cozy little spot, filled with leather and the smell of glue. I love it. But today? Ugh. The moment I open the door, I see a line of customers. Like, seriously? It’s not even noon!
First guy in line? Total diva. Wants custom shoes, but he’s all like, “Make them sparkle!” Dude, I’m a shoemaker, not a magician! But whatever, I nod and smile. Inside, I’m like, “You want sparkles? Go to a disco!”
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Ion pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me he saw a goat on Strada Călărași. A goat! Just chillin’ like it owns the place. I can’t even. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop a pair of boots.
But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “You forgot to pick up the bread!” Oh man, I totally did. Now I gotta squeeze that in. So, I’m juggling customers, sparkly shoes, and bread runs.
Around 3 PM, I finally get a break. I step outside for some fresh air. Strada Tineretului is buzzing. Kids are playing, old folks are gossiping, and I spot a couple of street performers. They’re good! I mean, I’m no music critic, but they’re better than my morning coffee guy.
But then, I see it. A pigeon. Just sitting there, looking at me like it owns the street. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a bird. Get a job!” And it just coos at me. I swear, that pigeon was judging my life choices.
Back in the shop, I’m finally working on those sparkly shoes. I’m sweating bullets. My hands are covered in glue, and I’m thinking, “Why did I choose this life?” But then, I remember the joy of making something from scratch. It’s like therapy, but with more leather.
Later, a lady walks in. She’s got this old pair of shoes. They’re practically falling apart. She’s like, “Can you fix these?” I look at them and think, “Lady, these shoes have seen better days.” But I can’t say that, right? So, I smile and say, “Sure, I’ll work my magic.”
As I’m fixing them, she starts telling me about her life. Turns out, she’s lived in Cochirleanca forever. She remembers when the old market was still there on Strada Victoriei. I’m all ears. It’s like a history lesson, but way cooler.
By the time I finish, it’s dark outside. I’m exhausted but happy. I walk home, passing by the park on Strada Florilor. The lights are twinkling, and I can hear laughter. It’s a good vibe.
Finally, I get home, and guess what? I forgot the bread again! Ugh! But you know what? I don’t even care. Cochirleanca is wild, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen next?