Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an elevator operator in Plopsoru is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety harness. So, I roll into work, right? It’s a sunny morning on Strada 1 Decembrie. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First ride, I get this lady. She’s all decked out in her fancy clothes, like she’s going to some gala or whatever. She steps in, and I’m like, “Hey, where to?” She just stares at me, like I’m supposed to read her mind. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I’m not a psychic!” Finally, she mumbles “5th floor.” I hit the button, and we’re off.
But then, BOOM! The elevator stops. Just stops! I’m like, “Great, just great.” I can hear her breathing all heavy, like she’s about to faint. I’m sweating bullets. I’m like, “Don’t panic, lady! We’ll be outta here in a sec.” But inside, I’m freaking out. I mean, who wants to be stuck in a metal box with a stranger?
After what feels like an eternity, I finally get it moving again. We reach the 5th floor, and she bolts outta there like I’m some kind of monster. I’m just standing there, like, “What just happened?”
Next up, I get a group of kids. They’re loud, bouncing off the walls. I’m thinkin’, “Oh boy, here we go.” They’re yelling about the park on Strada Mărășești, how they saw a squirrel steal a sandwich. I’m like, “Dude, that’s wild!” Kids are hilarious, but also a handful. They keep pressing all the buttons. I’m just praying we don’t get stuck again.
Then, I get this old dude. He’s got a cane and a hat that looks like it’s from the 1800s. He’s super slow, and I’m like, “C’mon, man, I got places to be!” But he’s telling me stories about Plopsoru back in the day. Apparently, there used to be a giant fountain in the middle of the square. I’m like, “Where’s that at?” He just shrugs.
By lunchtime, I’m starving. I’m dreaming of a kebab from that little place on Strada Victoriei. You know the one? The one with the crazy long lines? Yeah, that’s the spot. But I can’t leave my post. So, I just munch on some stale chips I found in my bag. Yum, right?
Afternoon rolls around, and I’m still going. I get this couple who’s arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just standing there, awkwardly, like, “Do I intervene? Do I just let it happen?” They’re fighting about where to eat. I’m thinking, “Dude, just go to that pizza place on Strada Tineretului. It’s bomb!” But nope, they keep bickering.
Finally, I get a break. I step outside for a sec, and wow, Plopsoru is buzzing. People everywhere, cars honking, street vendors selling stuff. I see a guy juggling on the corner, and I’m like, “Man, I need that kind of energy!”
But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn, and some dude just knocked over a whole cart of pastries. I’m like, “Noooo!” Those were some good-looking pastries! The vendor is losing it, and I’m just standing there, laughing. It’s a mess, but it’s also kinda funny.
As the day winds down, I’m exhausted. I’m ready to head home, but not before I get that kebab. I finally make it to the place, and the line is insane. But I wait. I’m starving!
When I finally get my food, it’s like heaven. I take a bite, and I’m like, “This is what life’s about!” I walk home, thinking about all the craziness of the day. Plopsoru, man. It’s wild, it’s chaotic, but it’s home.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another day in the life of an elevator operator in Plopsoru. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!