Man, what a day! I swear, Podvelka really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day at the shop. But nah, life had other plans.
First off, I’m cruisin’ down Cesta 1. You know, the one that’s always got potholes like craters? Yeah, that one. I hit a bump and my coffee nearly flew outta my hand. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” But hey, I’m a mechanic, I can handle a lil’ chaos, right?
Get to the shop, and it’s already packed. Like, what’s up with that? I barely got my toolbox open when this dude rolls in. His car? A total wreck. I mean, it looked like it had been through a war zone. I’m talkin’ about dents, scratches, and a bumper hangin’ on for dear life. He’s all like, “Can you fix it?” I’m like, “Buddy, I can’t perform miracles.” But I give it a shot anyway.
While I’m under the hood, I hear this loud honkin’. I pop out, and it’s some lady on Ulica 2, yellin’ at her kids. They’re runnin’ around like they’re in a circus. I can’t help but laugh. Like, lady, you’re in Podvelka, not a theme park!
Back to the car. I’m elbow-deep in grease when my buddy Luka shows up. He’s got this wild idea to take a break and grab some lunch at the local bistro. I’m like, “Dude, I’m knee-deep in engine oil here!” But he’s persistent. So, we hit up the bistro on Trg 1. Best goulash in town, no joke.
While we’re munchin’, I see this old guy on a bench. He’s just sittin’ there, feedin’ pigeons. I swear, those birds are like his best friends. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I hope I’m that chill when I’m old.”
After lunch, I head back to the shop. And guess what? The dude with the wrecked car is back. He’s like, “How’s it goin’?” I’m like, “Well, it’s not a magic show, but we’re gettin’ there.” Turns out, he’s got a flat tire too. I’m like, “Seriously? You couldn’t have mentioned that earlier?”
So, I’m fixin’ the tire, and it starts to rain. Of course, it does. Just my luck, right? I’m soaked, but I’m laughin’ it off. I mean, it’s Podvelka! Rain or shine, we keep rollin’.
Finally, I get the car all fixed up. The dude’s stoked. He pays me, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, I step outside, and my own car won’t start. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?”
So, I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to figure it out, when this kid rides by on a bike. He stops and says, “Hey mister, need help?” I’m like, “Kid, you’re like 10. What do you know about cars?” But he’s got this look in his eyes, like he’s ready to save the day.
Long story short, we get my car goin’. I’m feelin’ like a hero, and the kid’s grinnin’ like he just won the lottery. I drop him off at his house on Ulica 3, and his mom’s there, lookin’ all proud.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. Podvelka, man. It’s wild, it’s crazy, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a mechanic, right?