Man, what a day! I swear, being a bailiff in Pescia is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the Via della Repubblica, and it’s packed. Like, seriously, who knew Pescia could be this busy? I’m dodging tourists left and right. They’re all snapping pics of the Duomo. I mean, it’s a nice church and all, but c’mon, people! Get outta my way! I got work to do!
So, I finally get to the office, and my boss is already on my case. “You gotta check the mines today,” he says. Great. Just what I wanted. I’m not a fan of tight spaces, and mines? Yeah, no thanks. But duty calls, right?
I hop in my old Fiat, and let me tell ya, that thing’s a piece of junk. It sputters like it’s about to die any second. I’m praying it makes it to the Via di San Francesco. I mean, c’mon, I can’t be late. I got a reputation to uphold!
I get to the mine entrance, and it’s like stepping into a horror movie. Dark, damp, and a bit creepy. I’m thinkin’, “What if I get stuck in here?” But I push through. I’m a bailiff, after all. I gotta be tough.
Inside, it’s all echoey and weird. I’m checking the equipment, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash. My heart’s racing! I whip around, and it’s just a rock falling. Phew! But then I see a couple of miners arguing. Like, really arguing. I’m talkin’ fists up, voices raised. I step in, and they look at me like I’m the bad guy. “What’s the deal, fellas?” I ask. Turns out, one of ‘em borrowed the other’s pickaxe without asking. Seriously? Over a pickaxe?
I’m tryin’ to mediate, but they’re not havin’ it. I’m like, “Guys, chill! It’s just a tool!” But they’re all fired up. I finally get ‘em to shake hands, and I’m feelin’ like a hero. But then, one of ‘em storms off, and I’m left with the other guy, who’s now sulking. Great. Just great.
After that drama, I head back to the surface. I need a break. I stroll down to the Piazza Mazzini. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Grab a gelato from that little shop on the corner. Best gelato in Pescia, hands down. I’m sittin’ there, enjoying my pistachio, when I see this street performer. He’s juggling and making everyone laugh. I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like this that make the chaos worth it.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss again. “We got a situation at the Via di Roma,” he says. Ugh, can’t a guy catch a break? I hop back in my Fiat, and it’s like the universe is testing me. Traffic’s a nightmare. I’m stuck behind this old lady who’s driving like she’s in a parade. I’m losing my mind!
Finally, I get to Via di Roma, and it’s a mess. There’s a crowd gathered, and I can hear shouting. I push through, and it’s a protest! People are upset about something—probably the mines or the environment or whatever. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.”
I try to talk to some folks, but they’re not interested in listening to a bailiff. I mean, who would be? I’m just the guy who shows up when things go south. But I manage to calm a few down. I’m like, “Hey, I get it. You’re passionate. But let’s keep it civil.”
After what feels like hours, the crowd starts to disperse. I’m exhausted. I head back to my car, and I can’t help but laugh. What a day, right? I mean, who knew being a bailiff in Pescia would be this wild?
As I drive home, I think about the people I met. The miners, the protesters, the street performer. Pescia’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And even on the craziest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another Tuesday in Pescia. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!