Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a telephone operator in Montefiascone 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 Roma, all frantic. “My cat’s stuck in a tree!” Like, bro, it’s a cat, not a lion! But I’m like, “Sure, I’ll send someone.” Meanwhile, I’m picturing this fluffy little thing just chillin’ up there, judging us all.
Then, I get another call. This time, it’s a lady from Viale della Repubblica. She’s all worked up about the market. “They’re outta my favorite cheese!” I mean, c’mon! It’s not the end of the world! But she’s like, “I need my pecorino!” I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who knew cheese could cause such drama?
By 10 AM, I’m already on my last nerve. I’m sippin’ my coffee, and it’s cold. Ugh! I swear, if I hear one more person complain about the weather, I might just lose it. It’s Montefiascone! It’s supposed to be sunny! But nooo, it’s cloudy and everyone’s acting like it’s the apocalypse.
Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from some guy on Via Fratelli Cervi. He’s like, “I lost my keys!” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, retrace your steps!” But no, he’s convinced they’ve been stolen by aliens or something. I’m just here, trying not to laugh. I mean, Montefiascone is beautiful, but aliens? Really?
Around noon, I finally get a break. I step outside for some fresh air. The view from the Rocca dei Papi is insane! You can see the whole lake, and it’s like, wow. I take a deep breath, and for a sec, I forget about the chaos. But then, I hear a kid screaming. Turns out, he’s just mad ‘cause he dropped his gelato. Classic Montefiascone moment, right?
Back at the office, the phone rings again. It’s a tourist, bless their heart. They’re lost, trying to find the Basilica di San Flaviano. I’m like, “Dude, just follow the signs!” But they’re all confused. I mean, it’s not rocket science! Just look for the big church!
By 3 PM, I’m exhausted. I’ve dealt with lost pets, missing cheese, and confused tourists. I’m ready to throw in the towel. But then, I get a call from a sweet old lady on Via San Bartolomeo. She just wants to chat. She tells me stories about Montefiascone back in the day. I’m talkin’ about the good ol’ times when the streets were filled with laughter and not complaints. It’s heartwarming, ya know?
But then, just when I think it’s winding down, I get a call from a guy who’s mad about the roadwork on Via dei Fiori. He’s ranting about how it’s ruining his commute. I’m like, “Dude, it’s for the greater good!” But he’s not having it. I can’t help but roll my eyes.
Finally, the day wraps up. I’m beat, but I can’t help but smile. Montefiascone is wild, man. It’s got its quirks, its characters, and its charm. I love this place, even when it drives me nuts.
As I head home, I think about all the craziness. The cat in the tree, the cheese drama, the lost keys, and the sweet old lady. It’s all part of the ride. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Montefiascone, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.