Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a tractor driver in Novaci is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety bar. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ that itch to hit the road. I grab my coffee—strong enough to wake the dead—and head out.
First stop? Strada 1 Decembrie. It’s like the main drag, ya know? I’m cruisin’ along, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, seriously? In Novaci? I thought we were better than this! Turns out, some dude in a fancy car decided to play bumper cars with a tractor. I mean, c’mon, man! You think you’re in a Fast & Furious movie?
So, I’m sittin’ there, fuming. I can see the old folks at the market on Strada Victoriei, just chillin’, like they don’t have a care in the world. I’m like, “Hey, I’m the one stuck here!” But they’re just sippin’ their coffee, probably gossiping about the latest drama at the bakery.
Finally, I get movin’ again. I’m rollin’ down Strada Cărbunelui, and I spot this little kid, maybe 8 or 9, tryin’ to ride his bike. He’s wobblin’ all over the place, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, I hope he doesn’t crash into my tractor!” But then he looks up, gives me this huge grin, and I can’t help but smile back. Kids, man. They make everything better.
Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from my buddy, Ion. He’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe what happened!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, he’s at the park by the lake, and he’s found a stray dog. A cute little mutt, all scruffy and stuff. So, I’m like, “Alright, I’ll swing by after my shift.”
But then, I hit a pothole on Strada Muncii. Ugh! My tractor bounces like it’s auditioning for a circus. I’m yellin’ at the road like it can hear me. “Fix your damn potholes, Novaci!” I swear, if I had a shovel, I’d be out there diggin’ it myself.
Finally, I finish my route. I’m exhausted but happy. I swing by the park, and there’s Ion, sittin’ on a bench with that dog. The little guy’s waggin’ his tail like he just won the lottery. I’m like, “What’s his name?” Ion shrugs. “Dunno, but he’s got character!”
We spend the next hour just chillin’, throwin’ sticks for the dog. I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost forget about the crazy day. But then, I remember the traffic, the potholes, and I’m like, “Man, Novaci, you’re a wild ride.”
As the sun sets, I’m headin’ home, thinkin’ about how life’s a mix of chaos and joy. Novaci’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a smoother road. But that’s a different story!