Man, what a day! I swear, Bolgare really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I’m a carpenter, right? Just your average dude with a hammer and a dream. Today started off chill, but boy, did it spiral.
First off, I’m rollin’ down Via Roma, just mindin’ my own business, when I spot this old lady. She’s tryin’ to cross the street, but it’s like she’s in slow-mo. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, lady, I got places to be!” But then, she looks up at me with these big ol’ eyes, and I’m like, “Alright, I’ll wait.” Turns out, she’s got a story about her cat named Pino. I’m like, “Great, I’m late for work, but let’s chat about your cat.”
Finally, I get to the workshop on Via Garibaldi. My buddy Marco’s already there, and he’s all hyped up about this new project. We’re building a custom table for some fancy restaurant. I’m like, “Dude, we’re carpenters, not magicians!” But he’s convinced it’s gonna be a masterpiece. I’m just tryin’ to figure out how to not screw it up.
So, we start workin’, and I’m cuttin’ wood like a pro. But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! I’m standin’ there in the dark, like, “What the heck?!” Marco’s freakin’ out, and I’m just tryin’ to keep it together. I mean, c’mon, Bolgare! You can’t just cut the lights when I’m in the zone!
After a bit, the lights flicker back on. Thank goodness! But then, I realize I’ve cut the wrong piece of wood. Ugh! I’m so mad, I could scream. I mean, it’s just a table, right? But it’s not just any table; it’s a fancy table!
Then, I get a call from my mom. She’s like, “Hey, can you pick up some bread?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m in the middle of a crisis here!” But you know how it is. Gotta love the mom guilt. So, I promise I’ll grab the bread after work.
Finally, we finish the table. It’s not perfect, but it’s good enough. I’m feelin’ a bit proud, ya know? We load it up and head to the restaurant on Via Cavour. The place is packed, and I’m thinkin’, “Wow, this is it!” But then, I trip over a chair. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the floor, and everyone’s lookin’ at me. I just laugh it off, like, “Yeah, I meant to do that!”
After that, I’m ready to call it a day. I swing by the bakery on Via Mazzini to grab that bread for Mom. The smell of fresh bread hits me, and I’m like, “Heaven!” I grab a loaf and head home, but not before I see a street performer. He’s playin’ this crazy tune on an accordion, and I can’t help but dance a little. I mean, who doesn’t love a good street performance?
Finally, I get home, and Mom’s like, “Where’s my bread?” I hand it over, and she’s all smiles. It’s the little things, right? I plop down on the couch, exhausted but happy. Bolgare, you crazy city, you’ve given me a day to remember.
Tomorrow’s another day, and I’m ready for whatever you throw at me!