Man, what a day! I swear, if I had a dime for every crazy thing that happened in Prebold today, I’d be rich. So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 7 AM, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. I grab my coffee from that little joint on Trg svobode. You know the one? Best coffee in town, but the barista? Total grump. I mean, c’mon dude, it’s coffee, not rocket science!
Anyway, I get to the shop on Cesta 1. My buddy Luka’s already there, tinkering with some old Fiat. Classic Luka, always messin’ with those vintage rides. I’m like, “Dude, you know that thing’s older than my grandma, right?” He just laughs.
So, I’m under this car, right? And I’m elbow-deep in grease when this lady storms in. She’s all frantic, like she just saw a ghost or something. Turns out, her car broke down on the way to the market on Ulica 1. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, it’s a Saturday, chill!” But no, she’s in a panic.
I tell her, “Alright, let’s take a look.” I crawl out from under the car, and boom! I hit my head on the exhaust pipe. Ouch! I’m seein’ stars, but I gotta keep it cool. Can’t let her see me cryin’ like a baby.
So, I check her ride, and it’s a mess. I mean, who even drives a car that looks like it’s been through a war? I’m like, “Lady, you gotta take better care of this thing!” She just gives me this look, like I’m the bad guy.
After a bit of back and forth, I finally get it running. She’s all smiles, and I’m feelin’ like a hero. But then, she hands me a 20 and says, “Thanks!” I’m like, “Wait, what? This ain’t even enough for the parts!” But whatever, I’m just happy to see her go.
Then, I get back to work, and guess what? My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Mark. He’s stuck on the other side of town, near the Prebold Castle. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But he’s my boy, so I grab my tools and head out.
Driving through Prebold is wild. The streets are narrow, and everyone’s in a rush. I swear, I almost got hit by a bike on Ulica 2. Like, dude, chill! It’s not a race!
I finally get to Mark, and his car’s just sitting there, looking sad. I pop the hood, and it’s a disaster. I’m talkin’ wires everywhere, like a spaghetti monster. I’m tryin’ to fix it, but I’m also thinkin’ about lunch. I’m starving!
After what feels like forever, I get it running. Mark’s all pumped, and I’m just relieved. But then, he says, “Let’s grab a beer!” I’m like, “Dude, I just spent half my day fixing cars!” But he’s persistent.
So, we hit up this local pub on Cesta 2. It’s packed, and the vibe is chill. I grab a beer, and we’re just laughin’ about the day. I mean, who knew fixing cars could be so dramatic?
But then, outta nowhere, this guy spills his drink all over me. I’m like, “Seriously, man?!” He’s all apologetic, but I’m just soaked. I can’t help but laugh. It’s just one of those days, ya know?
As the sun sets over Prebold, I’m thinkin’ about how wild life is. From fixing cars to random spills, it’s all part of the ride. I head home, exhausted but happy. Prebold, you crazy, but I wouldn’t trade ya for anything.