Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bartender in Abbiategrasso is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at this little joint on Via Roma, right? It’s a cozy spot, you know, the kind where everyone knows your name and your drink.
First off, the weather was all over the place. One minute, it’s sunny, and the next, it’s pouring like the heavens opened up. I’m standing behind the bar, wiping down glasses, and I see this dude sprinting down Corso Italia, soaked to the bone. I mean, c’mon, bro, it’s not that serious! Just grab an umbrella next time!
So, the first customer of the day walks in. It’s old Mr. Rossi, bless his heart. He’s like 80 but thinks he’s still 20. He orders a Negroni, and I’m like, “You sure, Mr. Rossi? That’s a strong one!” He just winks and says, “I’ve survived worse.” Classic Rossi.
Then, outta nowhere, a group of tourists strolls in. They’re lost, looking for the Castello Visconteo. I’m like, “You’re in the right place, but you gotta try my spritz first!” They’re all giggling, taking selfies, and I’m just pouring drinks like a madman. I swear, they drank more than I’ve seen in a week.
But then, bam! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there in the dark, and all I can hear is the sound of ice clinking in glasses. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m a bartender in a horror movie.” But the tourists? They start singing! Like, what? They’re belting out some Italian pop song, and I’m just laughing. It was wild.
After the lights flicker back on, I’m back to pouring drinks. But then, this lady comes in, and she’s furious. Apparently, her husband forgot their anniversary. I mean, dude, how do you forget that? She’s ranting about it, and I’m just nodding, trying not to laugh. I pour her a double shot of something strong. “Here, this’ll help,” I say. She downs it and suddenly, she’s all smiles.
Then, around 8 PM, the place gets packed. I’m running around like a headless chicken. Orders flying in from every direction. “One spritz! Two mojitos! A gin and tonic!” I’m like, “Can I get a break here?” But no, the crowd just keeps coming.
And then, the best part of the night happens. This couple gets engaged right in front of the bar! He pulls out a ring, and everyone’s cheering. I’m tearing up a bit, not gonna lie. I mean, who doesn’t love a good love story? I pour them a complimentary bottle of Prosecco. They’re all over the place, hugging everyone. It’s like a rom-com scene, right in Abbiategrasso.
But then, just when I think it can’t get crazier, a fight breaks out outside. Two guys arguing over... I don’t even know what. I’m just trying to keep the peace, yelling, “Hey! This ain’t a boxing ring!” But they’re too busy throwing punches. I’m like, “C’mon, guys, we’re in Abbiategrasso, not a gladiator arena!”
Finally, the night winds down. I’m exhausted, but it’s that good kind of tired, you know? I clean up the bar, thinking about all the wild stuff that went down. Abbiategrasso, man, it’s got its charm. The streets, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s a crazy little town, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in the life of a bartender. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!