Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Medias. Woke up, sun blazin’, ready to hit the fields. But nah, today was a whole circus.
First off, I’m rollin’ down Strada 1 Decembrie, right? Thinkin’ it’s just another day. But then, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, what the heck? I’m sittin’ there, tractor idlin’, watchin’ folks honk like they’re in a concert. Chill, people! It’s just a little delay.
Finally, I get movin’. Headin’ towards the market on Strada Mihai Viteazul. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fruits, and that one dude who always sells those weird pickles. I swear, I could smell ‘em from a mile away. I’m thinkin’, “Do I want pickles today?” Spoiler: I didn’t.
So I’m parked, right? And this lady comes up, all frantic. “My cat’s stuck in a tree!” she yells. I’m like, “Lady, I drive a tractor, not a fire truck!” But I can’t just leave her hangin’. So, I climb up this tree like I’m Tarzan or somethin’. Cat’s chillin’ up there, lookin’ at me like, “What’s up, human?” Finally get the furball down, and she’s all grateful. I’m like, “Yeah, just another day in Medias.”
Then, I’m cruisin’ down Strada Tineretului, and I see this old dude. He’s tryin’ to cross the street, but cars are zoomin’ by. I slam on the brakes, almost spillin’ my coffee. “C’mon, man! You gotta be quicker!” He just smiles and waves. Like, dude, you’re a legend.
Next, I hit up the park near the Bistrita River. It’s beautiful, right? Kids laughin’, dogs runnin’ around. I’m sittin’ there, takin’ a breather, when this kid runs up to me. “Mister, can I ride your tractor?” I’m like, “Sure, but only if you promise not to crash it!”
So, I let him hop on. He’s grinnin’ ear to ear. I’m thinkin’, “This kid’s gonna be a future tractor driver.” But then, his mom shows up, all panicky. “What are you doing?!” I’m like, “Chill, lady! Just teachin’ him the ropes!”
After that, I’m back on the road, and I hit Strada Libertății. And guess what? A parade! Like, seriously? I didn’t sign up for this. But hey, it’s Medias, so I roll with it. People are dancin’, music blarin’. I’m just sittin’ in my tractor, feelin’ like a king.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. I’m talkin’ buckets. I’m soaked, my tractor’s a mess. I’m like, “Really, Medias? You couldn’t wait?” But then I see the kids splashing in puddles, laughin’. And I can’t help but smile.
Finally, I wrap up my day, headin’ home. I’m exhausted but happy. Medias, you crazy place. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. Just another day in the life of a tractor driver, I guess. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!