Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a mechanic in Manzano is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at my shop on Via Roma, right? It’s a chill morning, sun’s out, birds are chirpin’. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be easy-peasy.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First car rolls in, a Fiat 500. Cute little thing, but it’s makin’ this weird noise. Like a cat stuck in a blender. I pop the hood, and boom! The engine looks like it’s been through a war zone. I’m like, “What the heck did you do to this poor car?” Turns out, the owner, some dude named Marco, thought he could fix it himself. Classic mistake, man. I mean, c’mon, it’s not a Lego set!
While I’m elbow-deep in grease, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a parade of cyclists zooming down Via Garibaldi. I swear, it’s like Tour de France but with more espresso and less spandex. They’re all shoutin’ and laughin’, and I’m just there, covered in oil, thinkin’, “I should’ve joined ‘em.” But nah, I got a job to do.
So, I finally fix Marco’s car. He’s all smiles, and I’m like, “Dude, you owe me a pizza.” He laughs, but I’m serious! I need fuel for this madness. Just as I’m about to take a break, my buddy Luca calls. He’s stuck on the side of the road on Via delle Industrie. I’m like, “What now?”
I grab my tools and head out. Man, the traffic is wild! I’m dodging scooters and old ladies with shopping carts. I swear, if I see one more person trying to parallel park on a hill, I’m gonna lose it. Finally, I get to Luca, and his car’s just... dead. Like, not even a flicker. I’m thinkin’, “Did you forget to put gas in it, bro?”
He gives me that sheepish look. Yup, classic Luca. I get it jump-started, and he’s all grateful. But then, he spills his coffee all over my shirt. I’m like, “Really, dude?!” I mean, I love coffee, but not on my mechanic uniform.
After that chaos, I head back to the shop, and guess what? My boss, Giovanni, is in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged lion. Apparently, we’re behind on some orders. I’m like, “Chill, man! It’s just a Tuesday in Manzano.” But he’s not havin’ it. He starts ranting about how we need to be faster. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, we’re not robots!”
Finally, I get a breather. I step outside for some fresh air. The view from the shop is killer. You can see the hills in the distance, and the sun’s setting over the vineyards. It’s beautiful, man. Makes all the craziness worth it. I take a deep breath, and just then, I hear this loud crash.
I whip around, and some guy just backed into a parked car on Via della Libertà. I can’t even. I rush over, and the dude’s all flustered. I’m like, “Bro, you good?” He’s panicking, and I’m just trying not to laugh. I mean, come on!
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’ve dealt with angry customers, spilled coffee, and a parade of cyclists. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Manzano’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I grab a slice of pizza on my way home, and as I bite into it, I think, “Yeah, this is the life.”
So, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Manzano. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!