Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I’m an anticorrosion agent, right? Sounds fancy, but it’s just me and my trusty spray can. Today was wild, like, “what the heck just happened?” kinda wild.
So, I wake up in my tiny flat on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with the weird cat lady? Yeah, her cats were having a full-on rave at 6 AM. I’m like, “Chill, cats! I need my beauty sleep!” But nah, they just kept yowling.
Finally, I drag myself outta bed. I grab my gear and head out. The sun’s shining, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
I hit the road, cruising down the main drag, and I see this old lady on the corner of Haharina Street. She’s trying to cross, but the traffic’s nuts. I’m like, “C’mon, people! Let her through!” But no one stops. So, I jump outta my car, and I’m waving my arms like a madman. Finally, some dude hits the brakes, and she crosses. I felt like a hero for a sec.
Then, I get to the site. It’s this old factory, you know, the one by the river? The Dnister? Yeah, that place is a rust bucket. I’m all set to spray my magic anticorrosion stuff, and guess what? The pump’s broken! Ugh! I’m fuming. Like, how does that even happen?
So, I’m there, trying to fix it, and this kid rolls up on a bike. He’s like, “Hey mister, you fixing that?” I’m like, “No, I’m just here for the free snacks.” He laughs, and I’m like, “Okay, kid, you got jokes.” But seriously, I’m sweating bullets trying to get this thing to work.
Finally, I get it going. I’m spraying away, and it’s like a mini rainstorm of anticorrosion goodness. I’m feeling good, right? But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and lands right on my shoulder. I freak out! Like, “Get off me, bird!” I’m flailing my arms, and the kid’s cracking up.
After that chaos, I decide to take a break. I stroll over to the park by the river. It’s nice there, you know? The trees, the water, the whole vibe. I sit on a bench, and I’m just chillin’. Then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, not in public!” But they don’t care.
Suddenly, the guy storms off, and the girl starts crying. I’m like, “Aw man, this is awkward.” So, I do what any decent human would do. I offer her a tissue. She looks at me like I’m a weirdo, but hey, I tried!
Then, I head back to the site, and guess what? The pump’s broken again! I’m losing it. I’m like, “Why me?!” I swear, if I had a dollar for every time this happened, I’d be rich.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I drive home, and I’m just thinking about how crazy Hayvoron can be. The streets, the people, the pigeons! It’s a wild ride, man.
I finally crash on my couch, and I’m like, “What a day.” I can’t wait to tell my buddies about the pigeon incident. They’ll never believe it! But that’s Hayvoron for ya. Always keeping me on my toes.