Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Sfantu-Gheorghe. It was a wild ride, like a rollercoaster but with more grease and less safety. So, I roll into work at the shop on Strada 1 Decembrie. You know, the one with the old brick buildings? Yeah, that one.
First thing, I get a call from this dude. His car? A total wreck. I mean, it looked like it had a fight with a bear or something. Turns out, he was driving down Strada Kossuth Lajos, and bam! A pothole the size of a small lake. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta watch where you’re going!” But he just shrugs. Typical, right?
So, I’m under the hood, and I’m sweating like a pig. It’s hot, man! And I’m thinking, “Why do I do this?” But then I remember, I love cars. They’re like puzzles, but with more oil and fewer pieces. Anyway, I fix the thing up, and the guy’s all smiles. I’m like, “Great, now go avoid the potholes!”
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Mihai shows up. He’s got this crazy idea to go grab a beer at the local pub on Strada Mărășești. I’m like, “Dude, I’m covered in grease!” But he’s persistent. So, I clean up a bit and we head out.
The pub’s packed, and the vibe is chill. I order a local brew, and it’s surprisingly good. I mean, who knew Sfantu-Gheorghe had such good beer? We’re laughing, telling stories, and I’m feeling good. But then, Mihai spills his drink all over me. I’m like, “Really, man?!” But I can’t stay mad. It’s just too funny.
After a few rounds, we decide to hit the streets. We wander down Strada Oltului, and I’m just soaking it all in. The lights, the people, the energy. It’s alive, you know? But then, we see this street performer. He’s juggling fire! I’m like, “What the heck?!” I mean, who juggles fire in the middle of the street? But he’s nailing it, and the crowd’s loving it.
Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks over a trash can. Trash goes everywhere! I’m laughing so hard, I almost spill my drink again. Mihai’s rolling on the ground. It’s chaos, but it’s the good kind.
But then, the mood shifts. We walk past this old building on Strada Libertății, and I see a group of people arguing. It’s heated, and I’m like, “Oh boy, here we go.” I hate conflict, man. But then, one guy just walks away, and the whole thing fizzles out. I’m relieved, but also kinda surprised.
As the night goes on, we end up at this little food stand. Best mici I’ve ever had! I’m stuffing my face, and I’m like, “This is life!” But then, I realize I gotta get back to the shop. Early morning tomorrow. Ugh.
So, I say goodbye to Mihai and head home. I’m walking down Strada Sălaj, and I can’t help but smile. Today was a mess, but it was my mess. And that’s what makes it all worth it.
I crash into bed, thinking about the day. Sfantu-Gheorghe, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.