Man, what a day! I swear, being a cashier in Avigliano is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll into work at the supermarket on Via Roma, right? It’s a sunny morning, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First customer walks in. This dude, I swear, he’s got a cart full of stuff. Like, who needs 10 packs of pasta? We’re not in a zombie apocalypse, bro! Anyway, he’s fumbling around, and I’m just standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, man, I got places to be.” Finally, he pays with coins. COINS! I’m counting them like I’m in a math class. I’m losing it.
Then, outta nowhere, this lady storms in. She’s got a baby in one arm and a shopping list that looks like it’s from a novel. She’s yelling about how the milk is expired. I’m like, “Lady, I don’t even work in dairy!” But I help her anyway. I mean, it’s Avigliano, we’re all in this together, right?
So, I’m ringing her up, and she’s like, “Do you have any discounts?” I’m thinking, “Lady, I’m just a cashier, not a magician!” But I smile and say, “Sure, let me pull a rabbit outta my hat.” She doesn’t laugh. Tough crowd.
Around noon, things get wild. A group of tourists strolls in. They’re lost, looking for the best pizza in Avigliano. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in the right place!” But they don’t understand a word I say. I’m trying to explain how to get to Pizzeria Da Michele on Via Garibaldi, but they just stare at me like I’m speaking Martian. I’m waving my hands around, trying to act it out. It’s like a bad mime show.
Then, I get a break. Thank goodness! I step outside for some fresh air. The sun’s shining, and I can see the mountains in the distance. Avigliano is beautiful, man. The hills, the old buildings, the vibe. But then, I hear this loud noise. It’s a parade! I didn’t even know there was a parade today. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need. More chaos.”
But I can’t resist. I run back inside, grab my phone, and start filming. The floats are colorful, people are dancing, and I’m just standing there, grinning like an idiot. It’s like the whole town came alive. I forget about the angry customers and the expired milk.
After the parade, I head back to work. The line is out the door. Seriously, it’s like Black Friday in there. I’m ringing up groceries like a madman. I’m sweating, my hands are cramping, and I’m just praying for a break.
Then, this old man comes up. He’s got a single loaf of bread. Just one! I’m like, “Dude, you could’ve just walked in and out.” But he starts telling me stories about Avigliano back in the day. I’m listening, half-interested, but he’s got this spark in his eyes. He talks about the old days on Via Vittorio Emanuele, how things were simpler. I can’t help but smile.
Finally, my shift ends. I’m exhausted but happy. I step outside, and the sun is setting over the mountains. Avigliano looks magical. I think about all the craziness today. The angry customers, the tourists, the parade. It’s all part of the charm, right?
As I walk home, I can’t help but laugh. What a day! I love this town, even if it drives me nuts sometimes. Avigliano, you’re a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything.