Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Nadlac is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? Like, 4 AM kinda early. The sun ain't even up yet, and I’m already knee-deep in flour.
First thing, I’m tryna whip up my famous cozonac. You know, the sweet bread that makes everyone’s mouth water? Yeah, that one. I’m mixing, kneading, and then BAM! My mixer decides to throw a tantrum. Like, c’mon! I’m in the middle of a baking masterpiece here! I swear, it’s like the mixer has a personal vendetta against me.
So, I’m cursing under my breath, and I hear a knock on the door. It’s my neighbor, old Mr. Ion from Strada 1 Decembrie. He’s like, “Hey, you got any fresh bread?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m still in my PJs!” But I can’t say no to the guy. He’s like a walking history book of Nadlac. So, I give him a loaf, and he starts telling me about the time he met the mayor. I’m half-listening, half-trying to not burn my dough.
Finally, I get the cozonac in the oven. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I remember I promised my buddy, Radu, I’d help him set up for the festival on Strada Libertății. So, I rush over there, flour still on my hands. The festival’s a big deal, man. Everyone’s hyped.
But then, surprise! It starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? It’s sunny one minute, and the next, it’s like the sky’s crying. I’m standing there, soaked, trying to help Radu set up the tents. I’m like, “This is NOT how I pictured my day!”
And then, outta nowhere, I see this cute girl. She’s helping with the decorations. I’m tryna play it cool, but my heart’s racing. I’m like, “Hey, you like bread?” Smooth, right? She laughs, and I’m thinking, “Okay, maybe today ain’t so bad.”
But then, I get a call from my bakery. The oven’s gone rogue! It’s like a scene from a horror movie. I’m like, “No, no, no! Not my pastries!” I sprint back, dodging puddles like I’m in some kinda obstacle course.
When I get there, the place is a mess. Smoke everywhere. I’m panicking. My croissants are burnt to a crisp. I’m ready to cry. But then, I remember the festival. I can’t let this ruin my day. So, I grab whatever’s left and head back to Strada Libertății.
I set up a little stand, and people start coming over. I’m handing out samples, and guess what? They love it! Even the burnt stuff! I’m like, “You guys are too kind!” I’m feeling like a rockstar.
And then, the rain stops. The sun comes out, and it’s like the whole city of Nadlac is celebrating. Kids are running around, music’s blasting, and I’m just there, surrounded by happy faces. I even see that cute girl again. We start chatting, and I’m thinking, “Maybe I should ask her out.”
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Did you remember to pick up the eggs?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m in the middle of a festival!” Classic, right?
So, the day wraps up, and I’m exhausted but happy. I pack up my stuff, and as I’m walking home, I can’t help but smile. Nadlac, with its crazy streets and unexpected moments, always keeps me on my toes.
I get home, and I’m ready to crash. But then I think, “Tomorrow’s another day.” And who knows what it’ll bring? Maybe more burnt pastries, or maybe a date with that girl. Either way, I’m ready for it.