Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a barber in Albino is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into the shop on Via Roma, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First client walks in. This dude, I swear, he’s got hair like a lion. I mean, I love a good mane, but c’mon! I’m like, “Bro, you need a trim, not a safari!” He laughs, but I’m serious. So, I get to work, and halfway through, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m there, scissors in hand, and it’s pitch black. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a barber in a horror movie.”
But then, the lights flicker back on. Phew! I finish up, and the guy looks fresh. He tips me a tenner and says, “You saved my life, man!” I’m thinkin’, “Nah, just saved your hair.”
Next up, this sweet old lady comes in. She’s from Via Garibaldi, and she’s got stories for days. I’m talkin’ about the good ol’ days when Albino was just a small town. She’s reminiscing about the old market on Piazza del Comune. I’m nodding, but inside, I’m like, “Lady, I gotta cut your hair, not listen to a history lesson!” But she’s so cute, I can’t help but smile.
Then, bam! My buddy Marco strolls in. He’s got this wild idea to open a gelato shop. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t even make toast without burning it!” But he’s all hyped, talkin’ about flavors like “Pistachio Dream” and “Almond Bliss.” I’m just here for the free samples, ya know?
After that, I get this kid, maybe 10 years old, who wants a mohawk. I’m like, “You sure, champ? You’ll look like a punk!” But he’s all in. So, I give him the mohawk, and he’s grinning like he just won the lottery. I’m thinkin’, “Man, if only adult life was that easy.”
Then, the day takes a turn. I’m cleaning up, and I hear this commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a parade on Via Mazzini! Like, what? I didn’t even know it was happening! People are dancing, music’s blasting, and I’m just standing there with a broom. I’m like, “Should I join or keep sweeping?”
So, I toss the broom aside and jump into the crowd. I’m dancing like nobody’s watching, but trust me, they were. I’m flailing my arms, and this old dude gives me a thumbs up. I’m like, “Yeah, I still got it!”
But then, I see my ex. Ugh, the drama! She’s with some guy, and I’m like, “Really? You couldn’t pick a better spot?” I try to play it cool, but inside, I’m like a volcano ready to erupt. I grab a gelato from Marco’s stand—thank God he’s there—and try to drown my sorrows in chocolate.
Finally, the day winds down. I’m back in the shop, exhausted but happy. I think about all the crazy stuff that happened. Albino, man, it’s wild. From Via Roma to Piazza del Comune, it’s a mix of old and new, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
As I lock up, I can’t help but laugh. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? But for now, I’m just a barber in Albino, living the dream—one crazy haircut at a time.