Lock, stock and two smoking barrels
Actually more like “The truck driver, his friend, the baseball bat, the taxi driver and his gun”… all midday on a busy downtown street, in front of my office. As a passer by I could hurriedly walk faster, but what about the client in the taxi? What about the other people stuck in the rush hour? I am telling you, the traffic in Bucharest is literally driving some of us crazy.
And what am I doing? Well, fine! thank you for asking. I am driving to my folks to pick up my new car. Driving through scenic Romania, and making love to one’s boyfriend can be quite pleasant.
