Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a sharpener in Plosca is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit up Strada Principală. You know, the main street where all the action is? I’m wheeling my cart, full of knives and scissors, ready to make some magic happen. But then, bam! I trip over a pothole. Classic Plosca, am I right? I swear, these streets are like a minefield. I’m cursing under my breath, but hey, I gotta keep it movin’.
So, I finally set up shop near the market. The smell of fresh bread from the bakery hits me. Mmm, so good! But then, this lady comes up, all frantic. “My scissors! They’re dull! I need them NOW!” Like, chill, lady. I’m not a magician. But I get to work, and honestly, it feels good to help. I mean, who doesn’t love a sharp pair of scissors, right?
While I’m sharpening, I overhear some gossip. Apparently, there’s a new café opening on Strada Tineretului. Everyone’s buzzing about it. I’m like, “Great, just what we need—more coffee!” But then I think, “Wait, I love coffee!” So, I’m torn. Do I want more coffee or do I want to complain about it? Decisions, decisions.
Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a dog. The dog’s got a stick, and the kid’s yelling, “Bobby, come back!” I can’t help but laugh. Kids and dogs, man. They’re the real entertainment. But then, the dog runs straight into my cart! Knives go flying! I’m dodging like I’m in the Matrix. “Not today, doggo!” I shout. The kid’s mortified, but I’m just relieved nothing got broken.
After that chaos, I take a breather. I grab a pastry from the bakery. It’s warm and flaky, and I’m in heaven. But then, I see this guy on Strada Muncii, trying to sell me some “authentic” Romanian knives. I’m like, “Dude, I’m the sharpener here!” He just laughs and says, “You can’t sharpen what you don’t have!” Touché, my friend. Touché.
As the day rolls on, I get a few more customers. A butcher, a seamstress, even a chef! Everyone’s got something that needs sharpening. I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, this one dude comes up, all grumpy. “Why are you so slow?” he barks. I’m like, “Bro, I’m not a robot!” But I keep my cool. Gotta keep the peace in Plosca, ya know?
By the time the sun starts setting, I’m exhausted but happy. I pack up my stuff and head to Strada Florilor. There’s this little park where people chill. I plop down on a bench, and it hits me—this city, man. It’s wild. The people, the streets, the chaos. It’s all part of the charm.
I watch the sunset, and I’m just grateful. Grateful for the craziness, the laughter, the sharp knives. Plosca, you’ve got my heart. Even with your potholes and grumpy customers, you’re my home. And tomorrow? Tomorrow’s another day to sharpen some more!