Rzeszow City - road

Okay, buckle up, buttercup, because I just survived a business meeting so intense it made my soul weep, and now Im driving home through Rzeszów like a wet, slightly dazed, but utterly triumphant general. The sky? Its not just cloudy, its weeping! Raindrops are pelting my windshield like tiny, cold, judgmental ghosts, and Im just trying to see the road ahead, but no, theres a giant, slightly sad-looking monument staring back at me like, Hey, are you sure youre going the right way, buddy? Meanwhile, the highway signs above me are like my GPSs sarcastic, slightly drunk, Polish uncle, pointing me toward Kraków, Lublin, and Przemysł like Im some kind of road trip hero. And Im just a guy in a car, trying to find a parking spot and not get hit by a yellow van that looks like its made of cheese. But hey, at least Im not in a meeting anymore. Im alive. And Im driving. And Im slightly wet. But Im also slightly victorious. And Im totally going to remember this trip forever, even if I end up parking in the wrong spot and getting yelled at by a Polish tourist. But hey, at least Im alive. And Im driving. And Im slightly wet. But Im also slightly victorious. And Im totally going to remember this trip forever, even if I end up parking in the wrong spot and getting yelled at by a Polish tourist.

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