Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a butcher in Ciaculli is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Via Ciaculli. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I get to the shop, and the smell of fresh meat hits me like a brick. I love it, but today? Ugh. I open the fridge, and bam! The power’s out. Great. Just great. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ at all that meat like it’s a ticking time bomb. I’m sweatin’ bullets, man. I call the electric company, and they’re like, “Yeah, we’ll get to it.” Yeah, right. I’m thinkin’ I might have to start a barbecue on the street.
So, I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, right? Then, my buddy Sal comes in. He’s all hyped up, talkin’ about the new pizza place on Via Giuseppe Mazzini. Apparently, they got this crazy truffle pizza. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a butcher, not a food critic!” But I can’t help it. I’m curious.
Then, outta nowhere, this lady storms in. She’s fuming. Turns out, she ordered a whole lamb for a family feast. But guess what? I forgot to set it aside. I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” She’s givin’ me the death stare. I’m sweatin’ more than a pig in a sauna. I apologize like a million times. Finally, I offer her a discount. She softens up a bit. Phew! Crisis averted.
But then, the power comes back! I’m like, “Hallelujah!” I rush to check the meat. Everything’s still good. I’m dancin’ around the shop like a fool. Customers are lookin’ at me like I’m nuts. But hey, it’s Ciaculli! We’re all a bit crazy here, right?
Later, I head out for a break. I stroll down Via Ciaculli, and the vibe is electric. Kids are playin’ soccer in the street, and old folks are gossipin’ on the corners. I stop by the little market. They got fresh veggies, and I grab some tomatoes. You can’t beat the taste of Ciaculli tomatoes, man. They’re like candy!
Then, I bump into Rosa, the baker. She’s got this huge smile and a bag of fresh bread. I’m like, “Rosa, you’re a lifesaver!” She laughs and says, “You need bread to go with that meat!” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, but I need a miracle today!”
Back at the shop, things are pickin’ up. I’m slicin’ and dicing, and the customers are happy. I even crack a few jokes. “Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to my butcher shop!” They laugh, and it feels good.
But then, just when I think it’s smooth sailing, I hear a loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a car accident right on the corner of Via Mazzini and Via Roma. People are gatherin’, and I’m like, “Oh man, not again!” I hate when stuff like this happens.
I help out, callin’ the cops and makin’ sure everyone’s okay. It’s chaos, but it’s Ciaculli. We look out for each other. After a while, the crowd disperses, and I’m back in the shop, heart racin’.
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but happy. I close up, lock the door, and take a deep breath. Ciaculli, you wild place. You drive me crazy, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
As I walk home, I think about tomorrow. More meat, more customers, more chaos. Bring it on!