Man, today was a wild ride. I’m tellin’ ya, being a cashier in Rafov is like being in a soap opera. Seriously, I thought I was just gonna ring up some groceries, but nah, the universe had other plans.
So, I roll into work at the store on Strada Libertății, right? It’s a chill morning, sun’s shining, birds chirping. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be easy-peasy.” Boy, was I wrong. First customer walks in, and it’s this old dude, like, 90 if he’s a day. He’s got a cart full of stuff, and I mean FULL. I’m talkin’ like he’s stocking up for the apocalypse. Canned beans, toilet paper, you name it.
I’m scanning his items, and he starts telling me his life story. I’m like, “Sir, I’m just here to ring you up, not to be your therapist.” But he’s all, “Back in my day, we didn’t have all these fancy stores.” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, and back in your day, you probably didn’t have to deal with me either.”
Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just poof! Lights off, registers down. I’m standing there like a deer in headlights. The old dude? He’s still talking! I’m like, “Dude, the lights are out! Can we wrap this up?” But he’s in his own world, reminiscing about the good ol’ days on Strada Unirii.
Finally, the power comes back, and I’m ready to get back to business. But then, this lady storms in. She’s fuming, right? Apparently, someone cut in line. She’s yelling about “Rafov justice” and how she’s gonna “make a scene.” I’m just standing there, thinking, “Lady, it’s a grocery store, not a courtroom.”
So, I try to calm her down. I’m like, “Ma’am, it’s all good. Just breathe.” But she’s not having it. She starts pointing fingers, and I’m like, “Whoa, chill! I’m just the cashier!”
After that chaos, I finally get a break. I step outside for some fresh air on Strada Victoriei. It’s nice, ya know? People are walking their dogs, kids are playing. I see this street performer doing some crazy tricks. I’m laughing, thinking, “Man, I should’ve taken that route instead of cashiering.”
But then, I head back in, and it’s like the universe is like, “Not done with you yet!” A kid runs in, trips, and spills his soda all over the floor. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I grab some paper towels, and as I’m cleaning it up, I slip! I’m on the floor, soda everywhere, and the kid’s just staring at me like I’m the biggest clown ever.
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but laugh at the madness. Rafov, man, it’s got its quirks. From the old dude’s stories to the lady’s drama, it’s never a dull moment.
As I clock out, I think about how tomorrow’s gonna be. More craziness? Probably. But hey, that’s Rafov for ya. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.