Man, what a day! I swear, if I had a euro for every wild thing that happened in Martellago today, I’d be rich. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit the streets of Martellago, and let me tell ya, Via Roma was a total mess. Traffic everywhere! I mean, c’mon, it’s a small town! How do we have gridlock? I’m stuck behind this old dude in a Fiat, going 10 km/h. I’m like, “Bro, it’s not a Sunday drive!” Finally, I zoom past him, and I’m off to the market.
The market! Oh man, the market on Piazza della Libertà is always a vibe. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of fresh bread. I grab a focaccia, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, knocks my focaccia right outta my hand! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I mean, who does that? I’m ready to chase him down, but then I see his mom, and she’s giving me that “sorry” look. I just shake my head. Kids, man.
So, I finally get to my office on Via Garibaldi, and it’s already chaos. My phone’s blowing up. Clients are freaking out about the market. “What’s happening?!” they scream. I’m like, “Chill, it’s just Martellago!” But no, they want answers. I’m trying to explain that the stock market is like a rollercoaster, and we’re just along for the ride. But they don’t get it.
Then, I get a call from this guy, Marco. He’s a real piece of work. Always wants the best deals but never wants to pay. He’s like, “I need you to find me a villa in Martellago, but it can’t be more than 200k.” I’m like, “Dude, you want a villa for the price of a pizza?” I mean, c’mon!
After that, I head out to check out a property on Via della Repubblica. It’s a nice spot, but the owner is a total diva. She’s like, “I need you to sell this for top dollar!” I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s Martellago, not Milan!” But I smile and nod. Gotta keep the peace, right?
Then, I get a surprise. My buddy Luca shows up with gelato! He’s like, “Dude, you look stressed.” I’m like, “You think?” We sit on the steps of the church, and I’m just venting. “Why do people think I’m a magician? I can’t pull money outta thin air!” We laugh, and for a moment, everything feels okay.
But then, back to reality. I get a call from a client who’s freaking out about a deal falling through. I’m like, “Breathe, man! It’s just Martellago!” But he’s not having it. I’m pacing around the office, trying to calm him down. I’m like, “Look, we’ll find something better. Trust me!”
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted. I walk home through the streets, and it’s peaceful. The sunset over the canals is beautiful. I think about how crazy today was. Martellago, you’re a wild ride!
I plop down on my couch, and I’m like, “What a day!” I grab a beer and just chill. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? But for now, I’m just gonna enjoy this moment. Cheers to Martellago!