Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a furrier in Ladispoli 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.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit the streets of Ladispoli. You know, the ones like Via Roma and Via Ancona. They’re usually buzzing with life. But today? It was like a ghost town. I’m walkin’ down the Lungomare, the sea’s lookin’ all sparkly, and I’m feelin’ good. Then BAM! I step in a puddle. A big one. My shoes are soaked. Great start, huh?
I get to my shop, and it’s a mess. Fur everywhere! I mean, I love my job, but come on! I’m not a fur tornado! I start organizing, and then my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check out the market on Via Garibaldi!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m knee-deep in pelts here!” But curiosity gets the best of me.
So, I lock up and head to the market. It’s packed! People everywhere, haggling over fresh fish and veggies. I spot this old lady selling the best arancini. I mean, these things are like little balls of heaven! I grab one, and it’s so hot, I almost burn my tongue. Worth it, though.
Then, outta nowhere, I see this guy trying to sell fake designer bags. I’m like, “Bro, this is Ladispoli, not Milan!” He just shrugs. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who’s buying that stuff?
After the market, I head back to the shop. I’m in the zone, sewing up a storm. Then, my neighbor, Lucia, pops in. She’s always got the latest gossip. Apparently, there’s a new gelato place opening on Via Trieste. I’m like, “Great, just what I need—more gelato!” But honestly, I’m excited.
Then, the phone rings. It’s a client. She’s freaking out about a coat she ordered. “It’s not what I wanted!” she yells. I’m like, “Lady, you picked the fur!” But I keep it cool. I mean, customer service, right?
Finally, I finish up for the day. I’m exhausted but happy. I stroll back to the Lungomare, and the sunset is insane. The sky’s all orange and pink. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. Then, I see a couple arguing. Classic Ladispoli drama! I can’t help but chuckle.
As I head home, I think about the day. It was wild, emotional, and full of surprises. Just another day in Ladispoli, I guess. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe for a lifetime supply of arancini. But that’s it!