Man, what a day! I swear, Sancraieni really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day at the shop. You know, fixin’ up some old clunkers, maybe grabbin’ a coffee from that little place on Strada Principala. But nah, the universe had other plans.
First off, I get to the shop, and my buddy Mihai is already there, lookin’ like he’s seen a ghost. Turns out, some dude rolled in with a car that looked like it had been through a war zone. I mean, c’mon! It was a Dacia, but it looked like it had been in a demolition derby. I’m talkin’ dents everywhere, paint chipped off like it was tryin’ to shed its skin. Mihai’s like, “You think we can fix this?” I’m like, “Bro, we can’t even fix our lunch!”
So, we start workin’ on it, right? And just when I think we’re makin’ progress, the power goes out. Just like that! I’m standin’ there with a wrench in my hand, lookin’ like a deer in headlights. I mean, c’mon, Sancraieni! It’s not even stormy! I’m thinkin’ of all the customers waitin’ on their rides. I can hear the clock tickin’ like it’s taunting me.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my sister, Ana. She’s like, “Hey, can you pick up mom from the market?” I’m like, “Sure, but I’m knee-deep in car guts here!” But you know how it is. Family first, right? So I tell Mihai to hold down the fort and I dash outta the shop.
I hop in my old Opel, and let me tell ya, that thing’s a piece of work too. The radio’s stuck on some weird station playin’ Romanian folk music. I’m cruisin’ down Strada Scolii, tryin’ to dodge potholes like they’re landmines. Sancraieni’s streets are like a game of Mario Kart, but without the fun.
I finally get to the market, and it’s packed. I mean, people everywhere, like sardines in a can. I spot mom haggling over some tomatoes. She’s got that fierce look, you know? I’m like, “Mom, we gotta go!” But she’s not havin’ it. “These tomatoes are the best in Sancraieni!” she says. I’m like, “Yeah, but they’re not gonna fix the car!”
After what feels like an eternity, we finally get outta there. I’m back at the shop, and Mihai’s lookin’ frazzled. “Dude, you won’t believe it!” he says. Apparently, the power’s still out, and now we’ve got a line of customers outside, all lookin’ like they’re ready to riot. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need!”
So, I decide to take matters into my own hands. I grab a flashlight and start givin’ people updates. “Hey, we’re workin’ on it! Just hang tight!” But they’re not havin’ it. One guy starts yellin’, “I need my car! I can’t be late for work!” I’m like, “Dude, I get it, but I’m not a magician!”
Finally, the power comes back on, and it’s like a miracle. We jump back into action, and I’m fixin’ that Dacia like it’s my last chance at redemption. I’m covered in grease, but I’m feelin’ good. The sun’s settin’ over Sancraieni, and it’s actually kinda beautiful.
By the end of the day, we finally get that car outta the shop. The owner’s all smiles, and I’m like, “See? Told ya we could fix it!” Mihai and I high-five, and I’m thinkin’, “Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.”
As I drive home, I can’t help but laugh. Sancraieni, you crazy little town, you sure know how to keep a mechanic on his toes!