Man, what a day! I swear, Targu-Carbunesti really knows how to throw a curveball. I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring auction day. Boy, was I wrong!
So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee from that little place on Strada 1 Decembrie. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. She knows my order by heart. Anyway, I’m chugging my coffee, feeling all pumped up for the day. Little did I know, chaos was waiting for me.
First stop, the auction house on Strada Libertății. I get there, and it’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I mean, it’s Targu-Carbunesti, not Bucharest! But hey, more bidders, more fun, right? Wrong!
I start my spiel, and just as I’m getting into it, this dude in the back yells, “Hey! That’s my grandma’s vase!” I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s an auction, not a family reunion!” But he’s not having it. He storms up, waving his hands like he’s conducting an orchestra. I’m trying to keep it professional, but inside, I’m cracking up.
Then, outta nowhere, the lights flicker. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need!” The crowd’s getting restless. I mean, who wants to bid in the dark? So, I’m trying to keep the energy up, cracking jokes about how we might be auctioning off “mystery items” if the lights go out completely.
Finally, the lights come back on, and I’m relieved. But then, I spot this old lady in the front row. She’s got this wild look in her eyes, like she’s just seen a ghost. Turns out, she’s bidding on a painting of the old Targu-Carbunesti market. She starts telling me how it used to be bustling with life. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just here to auction stuff, not give history lessons!” But I can’t help but get sucked into her stories.
After a while, I’m feeling all nostalgic. I mean, Targu-Carbunesti has its charm, right? The old streets, the vibe, the people. It’s like a little slice of heaven. But then, bam! Back to reality.
The auction’s heating up, and I’m trying to keep track of bids. Suddenly, I hear someone shout, “I’ll give you a goat for that!” A goat? Seriously? I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop the gavel. But hey, in Targu-Carbunesti, anything’s possible, right?
As the day goes on, I’m feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. It’s like a rollercoaster. I finally wrap up the auction, and I’m exhausted. But then, I see that old lady again. She’s smiling, holding her painting like it’s a trophy. And just like that, all the craziness fades away.
I head out, walking down Strada Mihai Viteazul, feeling like a champ. The sun’s setting, casting this golden glow over the city. I can’t help but think, “Man, I love this place.” Targu-Carbunesti, with all its quirks and characters, is home.
So yeah, that was my day. Intense, emotional, and totally unforgettable. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!