Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Targu-Trotus. Woke up, sun blazin’, ready to roll. I’m a tractor driver, right? So, I hop on my beast, a good ol’ John Deere. Gotta love that rumble.
First stop, Strada 1 Decembrie. Traffic was a mess! Like, seriously, who taught these folks to drive? I swear, I saw a guy on a bike, no helmet, just cruisin’ like he’s in a race. Almost took out a pigeon. I laughed, but then I got mad. Pigeons have rights too, ya know?
So, I’m stuck there, and I’m thinkin’ about the market. Targu-Trotus has this awesome market on Strada Victoriei. Fresh veggies, fruits, and the best mici you can find. I was daydreamin’ about chowing down on some when BAM! A car cuts me off. I honked, like, “Dude, what’s your problem?” But he just waved. Like, what? You think that’s gonna fix it?
Finally, I get to the market. It’s packed! People everywhere, chattin’, laughin’. I grab some tomatoes, and this old lady starts tellin’ me about her garden. She’s like, “You gotta water ‘em every day!” I’m like, “Lady, I drive a tractor, not a garden!” But she was sweet, so I just smiled.
Then, I head down to Strada Mihai Viteazul. Beautiful street, man. Trees everywhere, nice vibe. But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, tryin’ to sell lemonade. I stop, thinkin’ I’ll buy a cup. But he’s like, “Five lei!” I’m like, “Bro, it’s lemonade, not gold!” But I give him the money anyway. He’s grinnin’ like he just won the lottery.
After that, I’m cruisin’ down to the park by the river. Targu-Trotus has this nice spot by the Trotus River. Perfect for chillin’. I park my tractor, take a breather. Just me, the sound of water, and a couple of ducks quackin’. Life’s good, right?
But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain! I’m runnin’ for cover, and I slip on some mud. Classic! I’m soaked, lookin’ like a drowned rat. I laugh it off, but man, I was fumin’ inside.
So, I head back to the tractor, and guess what? My buddy, Ion, calls me. He’s like, “Hey, you still in Targu-Trotus?” I’m like, “Yeah, but I’m soaked!” He starts laughin’. I can hear him snortin’ through the phone.
We decide to meet up at a local pub on Strada Libertății. I get there, and the place is packed. Everyone’s talkin’ about the rain. I grab a beer, and Ion shows up. We start crackin’ jokes about my mudslide. I’m like, “Next time, I’ll bring a swimsuit!”
The night rolls on, and we’re havin’ a blast. Targu-Trotus is alive at night! Music, laughter, and the smell of grilled food. I’m feelin’ good, forgettin’ about the crazy day.
But then, I see that kid from earlier. He’s there, too! Turns out, he’s sellin’ lemonade at the pub now. I’m like, “Dude, you’re everywhere!” He just laughs.
By the end of the night, I’m thinkin’ about how wild Targu-Trotus is. From the crazy traffic to the sweet old lady, to the kid hustlin’ lemonade. It’s a mix of chaos and charm.
I head home, tired but happy. Just another day in Targu-Trotus, ya know? Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!