Man, what a day! I swear, Runcu really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up thinking it’d be just another boring Tuesday. Nope! Not in this town.
First off, I’m late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally betrayed me. I jump outta bed, throw on whatever I can find. I’m talking mismatched socks, a shirt that’s two sizes too big, and my trusty old sneakers. Runcu’s streets are calling, and I can’t keep them waiting.
So, I dash outta my apartment on Strada Principală. The sun’s shining, but it’s that weird kinda hot where you’re sweating before you even step outside. Ugh. I grab a coffee from that little place on Strada Cărbunelui. You know the one? The barista’s always got a smile, even when I’m half-asleep. I order my usual—double shot, extra foam. She rolls her eyes but makes it anyway. Love her for that.
Then, boom! Traffic. Like, seriously? Runcu’s not even that big! But today, it’s like every car in the county decided to take a joyride. I’m stuck behind this ancient Dacia that’s going 20 in a 50 zone. I’m losing it. I’m yelling at my steering wheel like it’s gonna magically speed up. “C’mon, old man! Let’s go!”
Finally, I get to the office on Strada Tineretului. I’m already 30 mins late. My boss, Mr. I-need-coffee-to-function, is waiting. He’s not happy. I can see it in his eyes. I’m thinking, “Dude, chill. It’s Runcu, not New York!” But I just nod and pretend to care.
The day drags on. Meetings, emails, the usual. But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Alex. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a pop-up market on Strada Morii. Fresh produce, local crafts, and live music. I’m like, “Why didn’t I know about this sooner?”
So, I sneak out during lunch. I mean, who can resist fresh mici and a cold beer? Not me! The vibe is electric. People are laughing, kids are running around, and there’s this old dude playing the accordion. I’m in heaven. I grab a plate of mici, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m happy, like, really happy.
But then, disaster strikes. I spill mustard all over my shirt. Great. Just great. I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and I can’t stop laughing. I mean, who spills mustard at a market? Me, apparently.
After lunch, I head back to the office, mustard stains and all. My boss sees me and just shakes his head. I’m like, “What? It’s a fashion statement!” He doesn’t laugh. Tough crowd.
The rest of the day is a blur. More meetings, more emails. But I can’t shake off that market vibe. Runcu’s got this charm, you know? The streets, the people, the food. It’s like a little slice of heaven.
Finally, the clock hits 5 PM. I’m outta there! I decide to take a stroll down Strada Cărbunelui again. The sun’s setting, and everything’s bathed in this golden light. It’s beautiful. I stop by that little bakery and grab a cozonac. Best decision ever.
As I walk home, I can’t help but think about the day. It was a rollercoaster. From being late, to traffic, to the market, and the mustard incident. Runcu, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.
I get home, plop on the couch, and just laugh. What a day! Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.