Man, what a day! I swear, Olevano-sul-Tusciano really knows how to throw a curveball. I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day in this little gem of a town. You know, the kinda place where everyone knows your name, and the streets are lined with those cute little houses. But nah, not today!
So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and I’m already late for work. I’m a furrier, right? Gotta hustle. I grab my coffee from that tiny café on Via Roma. You know the one? The barista, Marco, always gives me a hard time about my choice of cappuccino. “Too foamy, man!” he says. Whatever, Marco. I like my foam!
Anyway, I’m zooming down Via San Giovanni, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, how many pics do you need in front of that old church? It’s just a church, people! But hey, I get it. Olevano’s got charm. The cobblestone streets, the views of the mountains—breathtaking, right? But I’m not here for the views. I’m here to work!
So, I finally get to my shop on Via della Libertà. It’s a cozy little place, filled with furs and leathers. I love it. But today? Ugh. My assistant, Luca, calls in sick. Great. Just great. Now I’m alone, and I’ve got a million orders to fill. I’m already sweating bullets.
Then, outta nowhere, this lady walks in. She’s got this wild look in her eyes. “I need a fur coat, like, yesterday!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, it’s 30 degrees outside!” But she’s not having it. She wants something flashy, something that’ll turn heads. I’m thinking, “You do you, but don’t blame me when the pigeons start attacking you for the feathers!”
So, I start showing her some options. She’s all over the place, picking this and that. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a pressure cooker. Finally, she settles on this gorgeous mink. I’m thinking, “Alright, this is gonna be a big sale!” But then she says, “Can you do a discount?” Ugh! Really? I’m not running a charity here!
Just when I think I can breathe, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Antonio. He’s stuck on the other side of town. “Dude, I need your help!” he texts. I’m like, “Can’t you see I’m busy?” But he’s persistent. Turns out, he locked himself outta his apartment on Via dei Fiori. Classic Antonio. So, I tell him I’ll be there in a bit.
I rush over, and of course, he’s standing there in his pajamas. “You couldn’t wait for pants?” I ask, laughing. He just shrugs. We finally get him back inside, and I’m thinking, “Okay, that’s done. Back to work.” But no! He insists on celebrating with a beer. At 2 PM. I mean, who am I to say no?
We grab a quick drink at that bar on Piazza della Libertà. It’s packed, as usual. I swear, Olevano is like a magnet for people. We’re laughing, and I’m feeling good, but I know I gotta get back. So, I chug my beer and head out.
Back at the shop, I’m met with chaos. The lady from earlier is back, and she’s brought her entire family. “We’re here for the fashion show!” she announces. I’m like, “What fashion show?” Apparently, she decided to host a mini runway in my shop. Great. Just what I needed.
They start strutting around, and I’m trying to keep a straight face. One of her kids trips over a fur coat and goes down like a sack of potatoes. I can’t help but laugh. “Watch out, runway model!” I shout. The family cracks up, and suddenly, it’s a party. I’m showing off my furs like I’m on a game show. “And here we have the stunning fox coat! Perfect for those chilly Olevano nights!”
By the end of it, I’m exhausted but happy. They leave with a couple of coats, and I’m thinking, “Maybe this day wasn’t so bad after all.” I close up shop, take a deep breath, and step outside. The sun’s setting over the mountains, and Olevano looks magical. I love this place, even on the craziest days.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. Just another day in Olevano-sul-Tusciano, where you never know what’s gonna