Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a butcher in Salistea-de-Sus ain’t for the faint-hearted. Woke up this mornin’ with the sun blarin’ through my window on Strada Principală. Thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! What a joke.
First off, I hit the market on Strada Călărașilor. You know, the one where all the locals gather? I’m there, tryin’ to grab some fresh meat. But guess what? The butcher next to me, old Ion, he’s got a line longer than the queue for a concert! I’m standin’ there, watchin’ him charm the customers with his “best cuts” and “secret marinades.” I’m like, “Dude, it’s just meat!” But whatever, I’m not bitter. Okay, maybe a little.
So, I finally get my hands on some decent pork. I’m feelin’ good, right? But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Vasile. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to the festival at Parcul Central!” I’m thinkin’, “A festival? In this heat?” But then I remember the grilled sausages. Mmm, sausages. So, I’m in.
I rush over to the park, dodgin’ people on Strada Tineretului. It’s packed! Kids runnin’ around, old folks sittin’ on benches, and the smell of grilled meat everywhere. I’m in heaven. But then, I see it. A clown. A freakin’ clown! He’s got this big red nose and is makin’ balloon animals. I’m like, “Why is there a clown at a meat festival?” It’s just wrong, man.
Anyway, I grab a sausage, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m happy again. But then, I spot my ex, Ana, with some dude. My heart sinks. I mean, come on! Can’t a butcher enjoy his sausage in peace? I try to act cool, but I’m fumin’ inside. I mean, who does she think she is?
So, I’m tryin’ to shake it off, right? I head over to the games section. There’s this ring toss thing. I’m like, “I can totally win this.” I toss a ring, and it lands perfectly! I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, the guy running the game is like, “Nah, that doesn’t count.” What?! I’m ready to throw a fit. But I just laugh it off. Gotta keep it cool, ya know?
After that, I decide to chill by the fountain. It’s hot, and I’m sweatin’ like a pig. I sit down, and this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You’re a butcher, right? You should be makin’ more money!” I’m like, “Thanks, lady, but I’m just tryin’ to survive here!” She laughs, and it’s kinda nice.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. I mean, seriously? One minute, I’m enjoyin’ the sun, and the next, I’m soaked. Everyone’s runnin’ for cover, and I’m just standin’ there, laughin’ like a maniac. I guess it’s just one of those days, huh?
Finally, I head back to the shop on Strada Muncii. I’m exhausted but happy. I’ve got stories to tell, and that’s what matters. Salistea-de-Sus, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me. I love this place, even with its clowns and rain.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in the life of a butcher. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!