Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bartender in Cankova (si) is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at this little joint on Trg svobode, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m behind the bar, just pouring some drinks, when this dude walks in. He’s got a wild look in his eyes, like he just ran a marathon or something. Turns out, he just got dumped. I mean, who breaks up on a Tuesday? So, he orders a shot of rakija, slams it down, and starts crying. Like, full-on sobbing. I’m just standing there, like, “Bro, this ain’t a therapy session.” But hey, I pour him another. Gotta keep the customers happy, right?
Then, outta nowhere, this group of tourists strolls in. They’re lost, obviously. I mean, who wouldn’t be? Cankova’s got more twists and turns than a soap opera plot. They’re asking me about the best places to see. I’m like, “Dude, just hit up the old town. It’s got charm, history, and way too many cobblestones.” But they’re more interested in my drink specials. I’m like, “You want a drink or a tour guide?”
So, I whip up some cocktails. I’m mixing like a mad scientist. Mojitos, caipirinhas, you name it. And then, BAM! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there in the dark, and all I can think is, “Great, now I’m a bartender with no lights.” The tourists freak out. One of ‘em drops their phone, and it shatters. I’m like, “Welcome to Cankova, where even your phone can’t handle the vibe.”
After a few minutes, the lights flicker back on. Thank the gods! But now, the bar’s packed. Everyone’s ordering like it’s the last call on Earth. I’m pouring drinks faster than I can think. I spill a drink on some guy in a suit. He looks at me like I just insulted his mother. I’m like, “Chill, man. It’s just a little mojito. You’ll live.”
Then, this lady at the end of the bar starts singing. I mean, belting it out like she’s at a concert. Turns out, she’s a local singer. I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m a bartender and a backup singer.” The crowd loves it, though. They’re clapping, cheering, and I’m just trying to keep up with the drink orders.
By the time the clock hits midnight, I’m exhausted. But then, this couple comes in, all lovey-dovey. They order a bottle of wine and start making out right in front of me. I’m like, “Dude, get a room! Or at least a corner!” But I can’t help but smile. Love is in the air, even if it’s a bit too much for my taste.
Finally, the night winds down. I’m cleaning up, and I see that dude from earlier. He’s still there, but now he’s laughing with some new friends. I guess the magic of Cankova worked its charm. I’m happy for him, but also thinking, “Man, I need a drink myself.”
As I lock up, I take a moment to breathe. Cankova’s streets are quiet now, the cobblestones glistening under the streetlights. I think about how crazy the day was. It’s wild how one day can be a rollercoaster of emotions. I love this city, with its quirks and surprises.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another Tuesday in Cankova (si). Can’t wait to do it all over again tomorrow!