Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a telephone operator in Capranica is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First call comes in at 8 AM. It’s some dude from Via Roma, all frantic. “My cat’s stuck in a tree!” he yells. I’m like, “Bro, it’s a cat, not a lion.” But hey, I get it. Cats are drama queens. So, I connect him to the local fire brigade. They’re probably just waking up, sipping their espresso, and now they gotta rescue Mr. Whiskers. Classic Capranica, right?
Then, I get another call. This time, it’s a lady from Via della Libertà. She’s all worked up about the market. “They ran out of fresh tomatoes!” she screams. I mean, c’mon! It’s Capranica! The market’s like the heart of the town. No tomatoes? That’s like a pizza without cheese! I tell her to chill, maybe try the vendor on Via della Repubblica. They usually have a stash.
By noon, I’m already frazzled. I grab a quick panino from that little place near Piazza della Repubblica. You know, the one with the best porchetta? I’m munching away, thinking life’s good, when BAM! My phone rings again. It’s a tourist. A lost tourist. “Where’s the nearest gelato?” he asks. I mean, really? You’re in Italy! Just follow your nose! But I give him directions to Gelateria Capranica. Best gelato in town, hands down.
Then, the afternoon hits. I swear, it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. I get a call from a guy on Via dei Fiori. He’s yelling about a “mysterious noise” coming from his basement. I’m like, “Dude, it’s probably just your neighbor’s cat.” But no, he insists it’s something supernatural. I’m half tempted to tell him to call Ghostbusters. But instead, I connect him to the local police. They need a laugh, right?
And then, just when I think it can’t get crazier, I get a call from a woman on Via della Storia. She’s crying. Turns out, her husband forgot their anniversary. I mean, c’mon, how do you forget that? I’m trying to console her, but I’m also thinking, “Dude, you better get some flowers, like, NOW!” I suggest she hit up the florist on Via della Libertà. They’ve got the best bouquets.
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but laugh at the chaos. Capranica is wild, man. It’s a small town, but it’s got a big heart. The streets are alive with stories, from Via Roma to Via dei Fiori. I love it here, even when it drives me nuts.
As I clock out, I think about all the characters I’ve talked to today. The cat guy, the tomato lady, the lost tourist, the ghost hunter, and the anniversary disaster. Each one adds a little flavor to this town. Capranica, you’re a hot mess, but you’re my hot mess. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!