Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an arborist in Sasciori 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 stop, Strada Principală. I’m cruising down, jamming to some tunes, when BAM! A squirrel darts out. I swear, that little dude had a death wish. I slam on the brakes, and my coffee goes flying. Great, just great. Now I’m wide awake and covered in cappuccino. Thanks, squirrel.
So, I finally get to this old oak on Strada Măgurii. It’s massive, like, ancient. I’m all set to do my thing, and then I notice this group of kids. They’re climbing the tree! I’m like, “Hey, little rascals, that’s not a jungle gym!” But they’re having the time of their lives. I can’t help but smile. Kids and trees, man. It’s a vibe.
But then, outta nowhere, this old lady shows up. She’s waving her cane like a sword. “Get off my tree!” she yells. I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s not your tree. It’s a public oak!” But she’s relentless. I’m caught in the middle of a tree war. I’m just trying to do my job, and now I’m a referee.
After that chaos, I head over to Strada Florilor. Beautiful street, flowers everywhere. I’m feeling zen, right? Wrong! I trip over a garden gnome. Who puts a gnome in the middle of the sidewalk? I’m on the ground, laughing and cursing at the same time. “Nice job, gnome!” I shout.
Next, I get a call about a tree on Strada Tineretului. Apparently, it’s leaning dangerously. I rush over, and wow, it’s a sight. This tree looks like it’s about to do the limbo. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “If this thing falls, I’m toast.”
I start assessing it, and guess what? A bunch of teenagers show up. They’re filming me! “Dude, you’re like a tree doctor!” one of them says. I’m like, “Yeah, but I don’t have a cool cape.” They laugh, and suddenly, I’m not just an arborist. I’m a tree superhero.
Finally, I get the tree stabilized. High fives all around! I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I realize it’s late. I gotta get back to my truck parked on Strada Călărașilor. I’m sprinting, and of course, I trip again. This time, it’s on a stray dog’s leash. The dog looks at me like, “Really, dude?”
I finally make it to my truck, and I’m exhausted. But as I drive through Sasciori, I can’t help but feel grateful. The streets, the people, the chaos—it’s all part of the charm. I mean, where else can you have a tree war, trip over a gnome, and become a superhero in one day?
So yeah, Sasciori, you’re wild. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just gotta watch out for squirrels and gnomes next time!