Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a furrier in Manziana is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the streets of Manziana, and lemme tell ya, Via Roma was packed. Like, seriously, who knew everyone and their grandma would be out today? I’m dodging tourists left and right. I mean, c’mon, it’s not a game of Frogger! I almost tripped over some dude taking a selfie in front of the old church. Like, bro, it’s just a church, not the Colosseum!
Anyway, I finally make it to my shop on Via della Libertà. I’m all set to work on this gorgeous mink coat. I’m talkin’ soft as a cloud, right? But then, my buddy Marco bursts in, all outta breath. “Dude, you won’t believe it!” He’s got that wild look in his eyes. Turns out, there’s a festival in town. Like, what? I didn’t even know!
So, I’m like, “Forget the coat, let’s go!” We rush out, and the vibe is electric. There’s music blaring, people dancing, and food stalls everywhere. I’m drooling over some arancini. I mean, who can resist fried rice balls? Not me! But then, I see this guy juggling knives. Like, seriously? Who thought that was a good idea? I’m just waiting for someone to lose a finger.
But then, bam! I bump into this lady, and she spills her gelato all over my new jacket. I’m fuming! “Lady, that’s a fur coat, not a napkin!” But she just laughs and says, “At least it’s a sweet mess!” I mean, what do you even say to that? I just stood there, mouth open, like a fish.
After that, I needed a drink. So, we hit up this little bar on Piazza della Repubblica. The bartender, a real character, starts pouring me a spritz. I’m like, “Make it strong, I need it!” And he’s like, “You got it, fur man!” I love this town. Everyone knows everyone.
Then, outta nowhere, I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a parade! People are dressed up in all sorts of crazy costumes. I see a guy in a giant fur suit, and I’m like, “Dude, that’s my competition!” But then I realize, it’s just a bear costume. Phew!
As the sun sets, the streets of Manziana glow. The lights twinkle, and I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. I mean, yeah, my day was a mess, but it was MY mess. I love this town. The cobblestones, the history, the people. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.
So, I head back to the shop, coat in hand, and I’m thinkin’ about tomorrow. More fur, more fun, and hopefully, less gelato on my jacket. Manziana, you crazy, but I wouldn’t trade ya for anything.