Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Cerignola really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Via Roma. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I head to my shop on Corso Garibaldi. You know, the one with the old wooden sign? Yeah, that one. I’m just settin’ up, and boom! My neighbor, old Signor Rossi, comes stormin’ in. He’s all like, “My shoes! They’re ruined!” I’m like, “Dude, you wore ‘em to the market!” I mean, come on! You can’t expect miracles, right?
Then, I get a call from my buddy Marco. He’s at the bar on Piazza della Repubblica, sayin’ they got this new espresso machine. I’m like, “Dude, I’m workin’!” But the thought of that rich coffee? Ugh, I can’t resist. So, I tell Rossi to chill and dash over.
The bar’s packed, and Marco’s there, grinnin’ like a kid in a candy store. I grab a cup, and man, it’s like liquid gold! I’m feelin’ on top of the world. But then, I spill it all over my apron. Classic me, right? Everyone’s laughin’, and I’m just standin’ there, red as a tomato.
After that, I head back to the shop, tryin’ to shake off the embarrassment. But guess what? My tools are gone! Like, poof! Vanished! I’m fumin’. Who steals from a shoemaker? I mean, c’mon! I’m not exactly rollin’ in the dough here.
So, I hit the streets. I’m marchin’ down Via Cavour, lookin’ for clues. I ask some kids playin’ calcio if they saw anything. They just giggle and point to the fountain. I’m like, “Great, thanks, Sherlocks.”
Then, I spot this guy, shady as a tree in summer, hangin’ around the corner of Via Manzoni. I swear, he’s got my tools! I confront him, and he’s all like, “What tools?” I’m ready to lose it. But then, he pulls out a pair of my favorite shoes! I’m like, “Dude, those are mine!” Turns out, he just borrowed ‘em for a party. I mean, who does that?
Finally, I get my tools back, but I’m exhausted. I head home, and as I’m walkin’ down Via Dante, I see this beautiful sunset. The sky’s all orange and pink, and for a second, I forget about the craziness. It’s like Cerignola’s givin’ me a hug.
I plop down on a bench, just takin’ it all in. The sounds of the city, the laughter, the chatter. It’s chaotic, but it’s home. I think about how tomorrow’s another day. Maybe I’ll finally get to fix those shoes for Rossi. Or maybe I’ll just spill more coffee. Who knows?
But hey, that’s life in Cerignola, right? Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.