Man, today was a wild ride. I’m a barista in Massa, and lemme tell ya, this city never sleeps. I woke up late, of course. Alarm? What alarm? I sprinted outta bed, threw on my “I ❤️ Coffee” tee, and dashed out the door.
First stop? The café on Via Roma. It’s my turf. I’m the king of cappuccinos there. But today? Ugh, chaos. I walk in, and the espresso machine is like, “Nah, not today.” Seriously?! I’m like, “C’mon, you can’t do this to me!”
So, I’m sweating bullets, trying to fix it. Meanwhile, my coworker, Luca, is just chillin’ at the counter, scrolling through his phone. I’m like, “Dude, help me out!” But he’s too busy watching cat videos. Classic Luca.
Finally, I get the machine working. Phew! But then, a line forms. Like, a mile long. I’m talkin’ tourists, locals, everyone wants their fix. I’m pouring lattes like a madman. “One cappuccino, two espressos, a macchiato!” I’m in the zone, but my brain’s like scrambled eggs.
Then, this lady walks in. She’s got a dog. A tiny, yappy thing. And it’s barking like it’s auditioning for a role in a horror movie. I’m trying to focus, but this dog is relentless. I’m like, “Lady, can you control your beast?” But she just smiles and says, “He loves coffee too!”
I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m competing with a dog.”
After the morning rush, I finally get a breather. I step outside for a sec. The sun’s shining on Piazza degli Aranci. It’s beautiful, man. The orange trees are blooming, and I can smell the citrus in the air. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything’s chill.
But then, I see it. A pigeon. Just chilling on the sidewalk. And I swear, it looks at me like it owns the place. I’m like, “Dude, this is my city!” But it just struts away, like it’s got somewhere important to be.
Back inside, the afternoon crowd hits. This guy walks in, all decked out in a suit. I’m thinking, “What’s he doing here?” He orders a double shot of espresso. I’m like, “You sure you can handle that, Mr. Businessman?” He just smirks.
I pour it, and he downs it like a champ. Then, he starts talking about stocks and bonds. I’m just nodding, pretending to care. My mind’s wandering. I’m thinking about the beach at Marina di Massa. The waves, the sun, the gelato.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Dude, beach party tonight!” I’m like, “Heck yes!” But then I remember my shift. Ugh.
The day drags on. I spill a whole latte on the floor. It’s a disaster zone. I’m slipping and sliding like I’m in a cartoon. Customers are laughing. I’m laughing too, but inside, I’m dying.
Finally, the clock hits 7 PM. I’m free! I grab my stuff and bolt outta there. I race down Via della Repubblica, dodging tourists and locals. I can’t wait to hit the beach.
When I get there, it’s perfect. The sun’s setting, painting the sky orange and pink. I see Marco and the crew. We’re laughing, playing music, and just vibing. I grab a gelato—pistachio, of course.
As I sit there, I think about the day. The chaos, the laughter, the pigeon that thinks it’s the king of Massa. It’s all part of the ride, ya know? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Massa, you crazy little city, you’ve got my heart.