Man, what a day! I swear, if I had a dollar for every crazy thing that happened in Sartana today, I’d be rich. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m cruising down Kirova Street, thinking about my first appointment. This dude, Vasyl, he’s got a house on the corner of Kirova and Shevchenka. Nice place, but he’s always got that “I’m gonna argue about everything” vibe. I get there, and he’s already pacing like a caged lion. I’m like, “Bro, what’s up?” He starts ranting about his car insurance. Apparently, he thinks he’s paying too much. I mean, c’mon, dude, you drive a Lada that’s older than me!
So, I’m trying to explain the whole “you get what you pay for” thing, but he’s not having it. He’s like, “I could get a better deal down the street!” I’m thinking, “Yeah, good luck with that!” I mean, who’s gonna insure that rust bucket?
After that, I’m feeling a bit frazzled, ya know? I decide to grab a coffee at that little café on Haharina Street. Best coffee in Sartana, hands down. I walk in, and the barista, Oksana, she’s got this huge smile. I’m like, “Yes, please!” But then, outta nowhere, this kid spills juice all over the floor. I’m talking a full-on tidal wave of orange juice. Oksana slips, and I’m just standing there like a deer in headlights.
I help her up, and she’s laughing, but I’m like, “Girl, you okay?” She’s fine, but now I’m covered in juice. Great. Just great. I smell like a fruit salad.
Next, I head over to the market on the corner of Kirova and Pivdenna. I need to pick up some snacks for later. I’m walking through, and I see this old lady selling the best varenyky. I can’t resist. I buy a dozen, and she’s like, “You’ll come back for more, I know it!” I’m like, “You bet!”
But then, I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “You need to meet a client at the park.” I’m thinking, “What park?” Turns out, it’s that little one by the river. I rush over, and it’s a total mess. There’s a festival going on, and I can’t find my client anywhere. I’m dodging kids, balloons, and some dude juggling flaming torches. Like, seriously? Who thought that was a good idea?
Finally, I spot my client, and he’s sitting on a bench, looking lost. I’m like, “Dude, you couldn’t text me?” He shrugs, and we start talking about his life insurance. But then, outta nowhere, a dog runs by and knocks over my coffee. I’m like, “Noooo!” It’s like the universe is against me today.
By the time I wrap up with him, I’m exhausted. I head back to my car, and guess what? I locked my keys inside. Classic move, right? I’m standing there, cursing under my breath, when this nice guy walks by. He’s like, “Need help?” I’m like, “Yeah, if you can magically unlock my car.” He laughs and pulls out a slim jim. I’m thinking, “This guy’s a wizard!”
He gets it open, and I’m like, “You’re my hero!” I drive home, and I’m just done. But then, I remember those varenyky. I pull them out, and they’re still warm. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven in my mouth.
So, yeah, Sartana, you’re a wild ride. Full of surprises, chaos, and some seriously good food. I’m beat, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of an insurance agent, right?