Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a barber in Lodi-Vecchio is like riding a rollercoaster. One minute you’re chillin’, the next you’re dodging drama like it’s a game of dodgeball. So, let’s rewind to this morning.
I roll into the shop on Via Roma, coffee in hand, ready to tackle the day. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be smooth.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First client walks in. It’s Marco, the local football fanatic. Dude’s got hair like a lion. I’m like, “Bro, you play for the team or what?” He laughs, but then he starts ranting about the last match. I mean, I get it, Lodi-Vecchio loves its football, but c’mon! I’m just tryin’ to give you a fresh fade, not a therapy session.
Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m halfway through Marco’s cut, and the clippers die. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a barber with no tools.” So, I grab my scissors and start snipping away. Marco’s still talking about the game, and I’m just nodding, trying not to mess up.
Finally, power’s back. I finish up, and Marco looks in the mirror. He’s like, “Dude, this is fire!” I’m relieved, but then he drops a bomb. “I need this for the match tonight.” I’m thinkin’, “No pressure, right?”
Next up is Nonna Rosa. She’s a sweet old lady from Via Garibaldi. Always comes in for her weekly trim. She’s got stories for days. Today, she’s telling me about the time she met a famous singer in Lodi-Vecchio. I’m like, “No way!” But then she starts mixing up names. “Was it Bocelli or that other guy?” I’m just laughing, thinking, “Nonna, you’re a legend.”
But then, outta nowhere, she starts crying. I’m like, “Whoa, what happened?” Turns out, she’s worried about her cat, Gigi. I mean, I love cats, but I’m not a vet! I try to comfort her, but I’m also thinking, “I’m just a barber, not a cat whisperer.”
After Nonna, I get a surprise visit from my buddy Luca. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me he’s starting a food truck. “In Lodi-Vecchio, man! It’s gonna be epic!” I’m like, “Dude, you can’t even cook pasta without burning it!” But he’s all hyped up, and I can’t help but get excited too.
Then, the day takes a turn. A couple of guys walk in, looking all shady. They’re from Via Cavour, and I can tell they’re up to no good. They start asking about haircuts, but I’m getting bad vibes. I’m thinking, “This ain’t a barbershop, it’s a scene from a movie.” I keep it cool, though. “Yeah, we do cuts, but you gotta book an appointment.” They leave, and I’m like, “Phew, dodged a bullet there.”
As the sun sets, I’m cleaning up the shop. I look out the window at the streets of Lodi-Vecchio. The cobblestones, the old buildings, the vibe. It’s home, ya know? Even with the craziness, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, I lock up and head to the piazza. Grab a gelato from my favorite spot. I sit there, watching the world go by. Kids playing, couples laughing, and I’m just soaking it all in.
Today was wild. Ups and downs, laughs and tears. But that’s life in Lodi-Vecchio. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.