Man, what a day! I swear, being a car instructor in Dobrotesti 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 on Strada Principală. You know, the main drag. Traffic was already a mess. Like, who taught these folks how to drive? I mean, come on! I see this dude in a rusty Dacia, swerving like he’s in a dance-off. I’m just sitting there, shaking my head. “Bro, it’s a car, not a dance partner!”
Finally, I get to the driving school. My first student, Maria, shows up late. Classic. She rolls in, hair all over the place, like she just woke up from a nap. “Sorry, instructor! Traffic was crazy!” I’m like, “Girl, we’re in Dobrotesti, not Bucharest!” But whatever, we hop in the car.
We start cruising down Strada Tineretului. I’m trying to teach her the basics, but she’s more focused on her phone than the road. “Maria, eyes on the prize!” I shout. She laughs, “But I’m just checking my Insta!” I mean, priorities, right?
Then, outta nowhere, this cat jumps in front of us. I slam the brakes. “What the heck, cat?!” Maria screams. I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a cat!” But man, that cat had some serious attitude. Just sat there, staring us down. I swear it was judging our driving skills.
After that, we hit Strada Muncii. It’s a busy street, and I’m trying to teach her how to merge. She’s sweating bullets. “What if I crash?” she asks. I’m like, “You won’t crash, just don’t drive like a maniac!” But then, this old lady on a bicycle cuts us off. I’m yelling, “Watch out!” and Maria’s freaking out.
Finally, we pull over. I’m trying to calm her down. “Look, it’s just Dobrotesti. We’re not in a Fast & Furious movie.” But she’s still shaking. I tell her, “You gotta embrace the chaos!”
Next up, we head to the park near Strada Florilor. It’s a nice spot, but guess what? There’s a festival going on. Music blasting, people dancing, and here we are, trying to learn how to drive. I’m like, “This is not the vibe!” But Maria’s eyes light up. “Can we join the party?”
I’m torn. “We’re here to drive, not to boogie!” But then I think, why not? We hop out, and I show her some moves. I mean, who doesn’t love a little dance break? We’re laughing, and for a moment, I forget about the stress.
After the impromptu dance-off, we get back in the car. Maria’s a bit more relaxed now. We cruise down Strada Libertății, and she’s actually driving pretty well. I’m proud! But then, she spots a food truck. “Can we stop for a snack?”
I’m like, “Sure, but only if you promise to focus!” We grab some mici, and I’m telling you, they were the best I’ve ever had. I’m munching away, thinking, “This is the life!”
But then, as we’re about to head back, I realize I left my phone on the hood of the car. Panic mode activated! I’m running around like a headless chicken. “Where’s my phone?!” Maria’s laughing, “You’re such a mess!”
Finally, I find it, thank goodness! But now, I’m late for my next class. I rush back to the school, and guess what? The next student is already there. “You’re late!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, you have no idea!”
So, I dive into the next lesson, still buzzing from the day. Dobrotesti is wild, man. It’s got its quirks, its chaos, but that’s what makes it fun. I love this city, even when it drives me nuts.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I think about all the crazy moments, the laughter, and the unexpected dance breaks. It’s just another day in Dobrotesti, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.