Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an elevator operator in Locate-di-Triulzi is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety bar. So, I roll into work, right? It’s a sunny morning, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m at the building on Via Roma. You know, the one with the fancy café on the ground floor? Yeah, that one. I’m just minding my own business, pressin’ buttons, when this lady rushes in. She’s all flustered, hair everywhere, and she’s like, “I’m late! I need to get to the fifth floor!” I’m like, “Lady, chill! We’ll get there.” But she’s practically climbing the walls.
So, I hit the button, and up we go. But then, BAM! The elevator stops. Just stops. I’m like, “Great, just great.” I can hear her breathing like a racehorse. I’m tryin’ to keep it cool, but inside, I’m like, “What the heck?!” I press the button again, and nothing. I’m sweating bullets.
Finally, I pull out my phone. I’m about to call maintenance when I hear this loud bang. Turns out, it’s just some kids playing soccer outside on Via Garibaldi. I mean, come on! Can’t they see I’m in a crisis here? I’m about to lose my job over a soccer game!
After what feels like an eternity, the elevator jerks back to life. We finally reach the fifth floor, and the lady bolts out like she’s escaping a fire. I’m just standing there, heart racing, thinkin’, “What a way to start the day.”
Next up, I get this old dude. He’s got a cane and a hat that looks like it’s from the 1800s. He’s super slow, and I’m tryin’ to be patient, but c’mon! We’re on Via Cavour, not a museum! He finally gets in, and I’m like, “Where to, sir?” He says, “The second floor.” I hit the button, and we start moving.
Halfway up, he starts telling me about his life. I mean, I’m all for stories, but this guy’s rambling on about his pet parrot and how it can sing opera. I’m like, “Dude, that’s cool and all, but I got a job to do!” But I can’t be rude, so I nod and smile.
Then, outta nowhere, the lights flicker. I’m thinkin’, “Not again!” But it’s just a power surge. The old guy doesn’t even flinch. He’s still talking about his parrot! I’m like, “Sir, your parrot’s not gonna help us if we get stuck!” Finally, we make it to the second floor, and he thanks me like I just saved his life. I’m like, “No problem, buddy. Just another day in Locate-di-Triulzi.”
After that, I get a break. I head to that café on the ground floor. You know, the one with the best pastries? I grab a cornetto and a coffee. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ life’s good again. But then, I see this guy outside on Via Matteotti, yelling at his phone. I mean, come on! Who yells at their phone? It’s not gonna yell back!
I finish my snack, and I’m back in the elevator. This time, it’s a group of teenagers. They’re blasting music from their phones, and I’m like, “Dude, we’re not at a concert!” But they’re having a blast, singing along. I can’t help but laugh. They’re so into it, I almost forget I’m at work.
But then, one of them accidentally hits the emergency button. The elevator stops again! I’m like, “Seriously?!” They’re all panicking, and I’m just trying to keep it together. I’m like, “Guys, chill! It’s just a button!” But they’re freaking out, thinking we’re gonna be stuck forever.
Finally, I get it moving again, and they all cheer like I just won the lottery. I’m like, “It’s just an elevator, folks!” But hey, I’ll take the applause.
As the day winds down, I’m exhausted. I’m thinkin’ about all the craziness. From the lady in a rush to the old dude and his parrot, to the teens blasting music. It’s wild how much can happen in one day in this little town.
So, I clock out, and as I walk home down Via Roma, I can’t help