Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Nicolae-Balcescu is a wild ride. I woke up, and the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s not even summer yet! Anyway, I grabbed my coffee from that little joint on Strada 1 Decembrie. You know the one? The barista there is a total legend. She knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Just gimme the usual,” and she’s already pourin’ it. Love that place.
So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feelin’ all good, when I decide to stroll down Strada Nicolae Balcescu. The vibe is chill, people are out and about, and I’m just vibin’. But then, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? Who do I have to talk to about this? I’m not a human target practice! I’m tryin’ to enjoy my day, and now I’m a walking poop emoji. Great.
I wipe it off, tryin’ to keep my cool. I mean, it’s just a little bird droppings, right? But it’s like the universe is laughin’ at me. I keep walkin’, and I hit up the park near Bulevardul I.C. Brătianu. It’s a nice spot, but today it’s packed. Kids runnin’ around, dogs barkin’, and I’m just tryna find a bench. Finally, I spot one, but it’s occupied by this couple makin’ out like they’re in a rom-com. Ugh, get a room, people!
I finally find a spot, and I sit down, tryin’ to chill. But then, I overhear this guy next to me. He’s talkin’ about how he’s gonna start a YouTube channel about… wait for it… reviewing pigeons. Like, what? Who cares about pigeons? I mean, I just had a bad experience with one, and now this dude wants to make it a thing? I can’t even.
After that, I decide to head over to the market on Strada Mărășești. I’m hopin’ to grab some fresh produce. I love the vibe there. It’s colorful, loud, and smells like heaven. But when I get there, it’s chaos. People are shovin’ each other, and I’m just tryna get some tomatoes. I finally snagged a few, but then this old lady cuts in front of me. I’m like, “Excuse me, ma’am, I was here first!” But she just gives me this look like I’m the one in the wrong. I mean, c’mon!
I’m fumin’ now, but I take a deep breath. I’m not gonna let some tomato thief ruin my day. I pay for my stuff and head out. I’m walkin’ back, and I see this street performer on Strada Calea Moșilor. He’s playin’ the accordion, and honestly, he’s pretty good. I stop to listen, and for a moment, all my frustrations fade away. It’s like the music just wraps around me, and I’m in a different world. I even toss him a few coins.
But then, just as I’m feelin’ all zen, my phone buzzes. It’s my editor. “Need that review ASAP!” Ugh, can’t a critic catch a break? I’m like, “Sure, I’ll get right on it,” but inside, I’m like, “Dude, I just had a pigeon poop on me!”
I finally make it home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on my couch, and I can’t help but laugh. What a day, right? Nicolae-Balcescu, you crazy city! You’ve got your ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you get pooped on by a pigeon, hear a guy talk about reviewing birds, and listen to some killer accordion music all in one day? Only here, man. Only here.