Man, what a day! I swear, Orbassano really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m a Torcador, which means I twist and turn metal like it’s my job—oh wait, it is! I roll outta bed, grab my coffee from that little bar on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the best cornetti in town. I’m talking flaky, buttery goodness. But guess what? They were out! Like, how do you run out of cornetti? I was ready to throw a fit.
So, I settle for a brioche. Not the same, but whatever. I’m walking down Via Torino, and I see this old dude trying to parallel park his Fiat. I mean, come on, it’s a tiny car! But he’s all over the place, like he’s auditioning for a circus act. I’m standing there, laughing my ass off, when BOOM! He hits the curb. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna need a new tire!”
Then, I get to work at the shop on Via Cavour. It’s a small place, but we get the job done. My buddy Marco is already there, blasting some old-school Italian tunes. I’m vibing, feeling good, until I realize I left my tools at home. Classic me, right? I’m running back, dodging people like I’m in a video game.
Finally, I get back, tools in hand, and the phone rings. It’s a customer. “Hey, I need a custom job done ASAP!” I’m like, “Sure, no prob!” But then he drops the bomb: “I need it by today.” Today? Are you kidding me? I’m sweating bullets now.
So, I dive into the work. I’m twisting metal, sparks flying everywhere. It’s like a scene from a movie. I’m in the zone, but then I hear this loud crash outside. I peek out the window on Via Garibaldi, and there’s a street vendor’s cart flipped over. Hot dogs everywhere! I’m talking a full-on hot dog massacre. I can’t help but laugh.
But then, I see the vendor. He’s freaking out, trying to save his precious sausages. I rush out to help. “Dude, I got you!” We’re picking up hot dogs like it’s an Olympic sport. I’m covered in mustard, but I don’t care. It’s hilarious.
After that chaos, I head back to the shop, and guess what? The customer shows up. He’s all serious, and I’m still smelling like a hot dog stand. I try to play it cool, but I can see him sniffing the air. “You okay, man?” I’m like, “Yeah, just a little… uh, culinary adventure.”
Finally, I finish the job. It’s not perfect, but it’ll do. The guy looks at it, and his eyes light up. “This is amazing!” I’m like, “Phew, saved by the bell!”
As the day winds down, I stroll through the streets of Orbassano. The sun’s setting, and everything looks golden. I pass by the park on Via della Libertà, and there’s a bunch of kids playing soccer. I stop to watch, and it hits me—this is what it’s all about. The chaos, the laughter, the little moments.
I head home, exhausted but happy. Orbassano, you wild city, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.