Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bouncer in Melito-di-Porto-Salvo ain’t for the faint-hearted. I woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day, ya know? But nah, life had other plans.
First off, I hit up the local café on Via Roma. Best espresso in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my coffee, and this dude walks in, all decked out in a flashy suit. Like, bro, it’s Melito, not Milan! Anyway, he struts in like he owns the place. I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my caffeine fix, but this guy starts talkin’ loud, braggin’ about his “business ventures.” I’m like, dude, chill. We all know you’re just sellin’ knock-off sunglasses down by the beach.
So, I finish my coffee and head to the club on Via Nazionale. It’s a Friday night, and you know what that means—people are ready to party! I’m standin’ at the door, lookin’ tough, but inside, I’m just hopin’ for a smooth night. But of course, that’s not how it goes.
First group rolls up, and they’re already rowdy. I mean, it’s like they’ve been drinkin’ since noon. One guy trips over his own feet and nearly takes out the whole line. I’m tryin’ to keep a straight face, but I can’t help it. I laugh. Big mistake. He sees me and gets all defensive. “What’s so funny, man?” I’m like, “Dude, you just did a faceplant. That’s comedy gold!”
Then, outta nowhere, this girl starts yellin’ at her boyfriend. Apparently, he “forgot” their anniversary. Classic move, right? I’m just standin’ there, watchin’ the drama unfold. She’s throwin’ her hands in the air, and I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you’re in Melito, not a soap opera!”
As the night goes on, things get crazier. A couple of guys start pushin’ each other near the bar. I’m like, “Oh no, not tonight!” I step in, and it’s like I’m a referee in a boxing match. “Keep it cool, fellas!” But they’re not havin’ it. One guy shoves the other, and I’m ready to throw ‘em out. But then, the bartender, Marco, jumps in. He’s a legend. He pours them both a shot and says, “First round’s on me if you chill.” And guess what? It works! They hug it out like best buds. I’m just standin’ there, amazed.
But then, the real kicker happens. This guy, I swear, he’s like a walking disaster. He stumbles in, and I can smell the trouble from a mile away. He’s got a pizza box in one hand and a drink in the other. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you can’t bring food in here!” But he’s like, “It’s my emotional support pizza!” I can’t even. I just shake my head.
By the end of the night, I’m exhausted. I’m leanin’ against the wall, watchin’ the crowd. Melito-di-Porto-Salvo is wild, man. The streets are alive with laughter, music, and a bit of chaos. I love this place, even with all the craziness.
As I’m packin’ up to leave, I see the sunrise over the coast. The colors are insane. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, all the madness fades away. This is home. Melito, with its quirks and characters, is where I belong.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Melito-di-Porto-Salvo. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!