Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a telephone operator in Monte Sant Angelo is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First call comes in at 8 AM. It’s some dude from Via San Giuseppe. He’s all frantic, like, “My cat’s stuck in a tree!” I’m like, “Bro, it’s a cat, not a rocket scientist.” But I get it, I mean, cats are like little furry ninjas. So, I send him to the local fire dept. They’re legends, always ready to save the day.
Then, I get another call. This time, it’s a lady from Corso Umberto. She’s yelling about her neighbor’s music. “It’s like a disco in here!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, it’s Monte Sant Angelo, not Ibiza!” But hey, I get it. Sometimes you just wanna chill with some peace and quiet, ya know?
Around noon, I take a break. I stroll down to the piazza. The vibe is nice, people are chillin’, sipping on espresso. I grab a slice of pizza from this little joint on Via della Libertà. Best pizza ever! I mean, it’s like a slice of heaven. I’m munching away, and suddenly, I see this old man trying to cross the street. He’s moving slower than molasses! I’m like, “C’mon, dude, you got this!”
But then, BAM! A scooter zooms by, and I swear, it almost takes him out! I’m yelling, “Watch out!” like I’m some kind of superhero. The old guy jumps back, and I’m just standing there, heart racing. I mean, what’s with the scooters in this town? They’re everywhere!
After my pizza break, I head back to the office. More calls, more chaos. A guy from Via Roma calls, says he lost his wallet. I’m like, “Dude, retrace your steps!” But he’s all panicky. I mean, it’s just a wallet, right? But then I remember my own wallet saga last week. Ugh, don’t even get me started.
Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a tourist. They’re lost, like, really lost. “Where’s the castle?” they ask. I’m like, “You mean the Castello di Monte Sant Angelo? It’s right up the hill!” But they’re all confused. I’m thinking, “How do you get lost in a small town?” But hey, it’s a beautiful castle, so I can’t blame ‘em.
By 5 PM, I’m exhausted. My brain’s fried. I’m just about to clock out when I get one last call. It’s a kid, maybe 10 years old. He’s like, “I need help!” I’m thinking, “Oh boy, what now?” Turns out, he’s locked in his bathroom. I’m cracking up! “Dude, just open the door!” But he’s panicking. So, I talk him through it. Finally, he gets out, and I’m like, “You’re free, my dude!”
Finally, I clock out. I’m walking home, and the sun’s setting over the hills. Monte Sant Angelo looks magical. The streets are all lit up, and I can hear laughter from the piazza. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.
But then, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic! I’m laughing at myself. Just another day in Monte Sant Angelo, right? Full of surprises, chaos, and a bit of magic. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!