Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bouncer in Massafra ain’t for the faint-hearted. So, I roll into work at this club on Via Roma, right? It’s a Friday night, and the vibe is already buzzing. I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be a wild one.” Little did I know...
First off, the crowd. Oh boy. You got the locals, the tourists, and the “I’m just here for the selfies” types. Like, c’mon, we’re in Massafra, not a photo op! But whatever, I’m just here to keep the peace.
So, I’m standin’ at the door, lookin’ tough, or at least tryin’ to. Then this dude shows up, right? He’s got a shirt that’s way too tight, like he’s tryin’ to show off his abs or somethin’. I’m like, “Bro, chill. We’re not at the beach.” He tries to slide past me, but nah, not today, buddy. I tell him, “You ain’t gettin’ in lookin’ like that.” He rolls his eyes, but I’m firm.
Then, outta nowhere, this girl comes runnin’ up. She’s all frantic, sayin’ her phone’s been stolen. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” So, I grab my walkie-talkie and call for backup. We scour the area around Piazza Vittorio Emanuele. It’s packed, and I’m thinkin’, “Who steals a phone in Massafra?!”
Finally, we spot this shady guy near the old castle ruins. I mean, c’mon, it’s a historical site, not a crime scene! I approach him, and he’s got that guilty look. I’m like, “Dude, you got somethin’ that ain’t yours?” He tries to play it cool, but I can see the phone in his pocket. Classic rookie mistake.
After a bit of back and forth, I get the phone back to the girl. She’s all smiles, and I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec. But then, just as I’m about to bask in my glory, a fight breaks out on Via Mazzini. Ugh, typical.
I sprint over, and it’s two guys, both way too drunk, swingin’ fists like they’re in a boxing ring. I’m thinkin’, “This is Massafra, not Vegas!” I jump in, pushin’ one guy back. “Yo, chill! You wanna fight? Take it outside!”
They finally back off, but not before I get a nice bruise on my arm. Great. Just what I needed. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m fumin’. Why can’t people just enjoy the night?
Later, I take a breather outside. The air’s warm, and I can hear the sounds of laughter and music. It’s nice, ya know? Massafra’s got this charm, especially at night. The old buildings, the narrow streets, it’s like a movie set. But then, I see a couple of kids messin’ around with spray paint. I’m like, “Oh no, not graffiti!”
I rush over, and they scatter like cockroaches when the light’s on. I’m shoutin’, “You think this is a canvas?!” But deep down, I get it. Kids will be kids. Still, I can’t let ‘em ruin our beautiful town.
As the night goes on, I’m exhausted. But then, this group of older folks comes in, and they’re just so happy to be out. They’re laughin’, dancin’, and it’s contagious. I can’t help but smile. Massafra’s got that spirit, ya know?
Finally, the night winds down. I’m leanin’ against the wall, watchin’ the last few stragglers leave. I think about the day—crazy, chaotic, but somehow, it’s all part of the job. I love this city, even with its quirks.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild night in Massafra. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!