Man, what a day! I swear, Targu-Frumos really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up, sun shining, birds chirping, thought it’d be chill. Nope! Not in this city.
First off, I’m a machinist, right? So, I’m all about those gears and metal. But today? Ugh. I’m at the workshop on Strada 1 Decembrie, and my machine decides to throw a tantrum. Like, c’mon! I just fixed it last week! I’m sweating bullets, trying to figure out what’s wrong.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Ion shows up. He’s like, “Yo, let’s grab a beer!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m knee-deep in metal here!” But Ion’s got that charm, you know? So, I’m like, “Fine, but just one!”
We hit up that little pub on Strada Mihai Viteazul. It’s cozy, smells like fried food and bad decisions. I order a palinca, cause why not? It’s Targu-Frumos, baby! The bartender’s this old dude, always grumpy. He gives me a look like I just insulted his mother. Whatever, I’m here for the vibes.
So, we’re chilling, and Ion starts telling me about this girl he met. I’m like, “Dude, focus on the beer!” But he’s all dreamy-eyed, talking about her smile. I roll my eyes. Typical Ion.
Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! Like, seriously? In the middle of my drink? The whole place goes dark, and people start freaking out. I’m just sitting there, laughing. “This is Targu-Frumos, not a horror movie!”
After a few minutes, the lights flicker back on. Everyone’s relieved, but I’m still chuckling. Ion’s like, “You’re heartless!” Nah, man, just realistic.
We finish our drinks, and I head back to the workshop. But guess what? My machine’s still acting up! I’m about to lose it. I kick it, and it makes this awful noise. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a mechanic and a therapist for machines.”
Then, I get a call from my sister. She’s in a panic. “I lost my cat!” I’m like, “What? You’re in Targu-Frumos, not a cat show!” But I can’t leave her hanging. So, I grab my bike and zoom through the streets.
I’m flying down Strada Calea Moldovei, dodging potholes like a pro. I swear, Targu-Frumos has more potholes than people. I finally get to her place, and we start searching.
We check the park near the Bistrita River. It’s beautiful there, but I’m not in the mood for nature. I’m like, “Where’s that furry little troublemaker?”
After what feels like forever, we find the cat chilling on a tree branch. I’m like, “Seriously? You climbed a tree?” My sister’s all relieved, and I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with her drama anymore.
Finally, I head home, exhausted. I plop on my couch, thinking about the day. Targu-Frumos is wild, man. One minute you’re fixing machines, the next you’re rescuing cats.
I love this city, though. It’s chaotic, but it’s home. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.