Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a watchmaker, right? You know, the guy who fixes your grandpa’s old pocket watch or makes sure your fancy wristwatch doesn’t go all wonky. Today, though? Today was a whole different ball game in Orzinuovi.
First off, I woke up late. Like, really late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. I jumped outta bed, threw on whatever I could find—probably looked like a fashion disaster. I mean, who wears mismatched socks? Me, apparently. Anyway, I rushed outta my apartment on Via Roma, and let me tell ya, the streets were buzzing. Orzinuovi was alive, man!
I hit up the local café, Bar Centrale, for my usual espresso. You know, the one that hits you like a freight train? But guess what? They ran outta coffee! Can you believe that? In Italy, of all places! I was like, “What’s next? No pasta?” I was fuming. I mean, c’mon, it’s not rocket science. Just brew some more!
So, I finally got my caffeine fix from a tiny place on Via Garibaldi. The barista was this old dude, probably been slinging coffee since the dawn of time. He gave me a wink and said, “You look like you need this.” I laughed, but inside, I was like, “You have no idea, my friend.”
After that, I headed to my shop on Via Mazzini. It’s a cozy little spot, filled with clocks ticking away like they’re in a race. I love it. But today? Oh boy. I had a line out the door. People were losing their minds over broken watches. One lady was practically in tears over her Rolex. I mean, I get it, but c’mon, it’s just a watch!
Then, this dude walks in. He’s all flashy, decked out in designer everything. He plops down a watch that looks like it’s been through a war zone. I’m talking scratches, dents, the works. He’s like, “Can you fix this?” I’m thinking, “Buddy, this ain’t a miracle shop.” But I smiled and said, “Sure, I’ll see what I can do.”
While I’m working on that, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out the window on Via Mazzini, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! In Orzinuovi! I had no idea it was happening. People are dancing, music blasting, and I’m just standing there, watch in hand, like a deer in headlights.
I couldn’t resist. I locked up the shop and joined the crowd. It was wild! Kids were running around, people were laughing, and there was this guy juggling oranges. I mean, who juggles oranges? Only in Orzinuovi, right? I felt this wave of happiness wash over me. It was like the city was saying, “Hey, life’s too short to stress over broken watches!”
But then, just as I was getting into it, my phone buzzed. It was a text from my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Dude, your shop is a mess!” I panicked. I sprinted back, dodging people like I was in some kind of obstacle course.
When I got back, the shop was chaos. I had left tools everywhere, and the Rolex lady was still there, tapping her foot. I apologized like a million times. She rolled her eyes, but I could tell she was softening up. I fixed her watch, and she actually smiled! I was like, “See? All’s well that ends well!”
By the end of the day, I was exhausted but happy. I closed up shop and took a stroll around Orzinuovi. The sun was setting, casting this golden glow over everything. I walked down Via Cavour, just soaking it all in. The buildings, the people, the vibe—it’s all so alive.
I thought about how crazy today was. From coffee disasters to parades, and fixing watches that probably should’ve been thrown out ages ago. Orzinuovi, you never cease to amaze me. I love this place, quirks and all.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in the life of a watchmaker in Orzinuovi. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!