Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bartender in Petilia-Policastro is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. One minute you’re chillin’, the next you’re dodging drama like it’s a game of dodgeball.
So, I roll into work at my usual spot on Via Roma, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a breeze.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First customer walks in. This dude, I swear, he’s got a face like he just lost a fight with a pizza cutter. He orders a Negroni, but like, he wants it “extra bitter.” I’m like, “Bro, you sure you ain’t just bitter about life?” But whatever, I whip it up. He takes a sip, grimaces, and says, “Too sweet.” I’m like, “Dude, you asked for bitter!”
Then, outta nowhere, a group of tourists strolls in. They’re all hyped, takin’ selfies by the bar. I mean, Petilia-Policastro is cute and all, but c’mon, it’s not the Eiffel Tower! They start asking me about the best spots. I’m like, “You wanna see the best? Check out the view from the Castello di Policastro. It’s a killer sight!”
But then, they ask about the best gelato. I’m like, “You’re in Italy, just grab any gelato! It’s all good!” But they insist on my recommendation. So, I send ‘em to Gelateria Da Pino on Via Nazionale. Best gelato in town, no cap.
Then, the mood shifts. This lady storms in, red-faced, yelling about her husband. Apparently, he’s been at the bar down the street, La Dolce Vita, for hours. She’s fuming, and I’m just standing there, pouring a spritz, tryin’ not to laugh. I mean, c’mon, it’s Petilia-Policastro! You can’t be mad at a little vino, right?
But she’s not havin’ it. She starts throwing her hands around, and I’m like, “Lady, I’m just here to serve drinks, not solve marital disputes!” I mean, I’m a bartender, not Dr. Phil!
After that chaos, I finally get a breather. I step outside for a sec, and man, the view from the bar is stunning. You can see the hills rolling in the distance, and the sun’s setting over the mountains. It’s like a postcard, ya know? Makes me forget about the crazy lady for a minute.
But then, just as I’m enjoying the moment, a kid on a bike zooms by and crashes into a table outside. Drinks go flying everywhere! I’m talkin’ full-on disaster mode. I rush over, and the kid’s fine, just a little shaken. But the table? Not so much. I’m like, “Great, now I gotta clean up this mess!”
Finally, the night winds down. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but smile. Petilia-Policastro is wild, but it’s my wild. I love this place. The streets, the people, the chaos—it’s all part of the charm.
As I close up, I think about tomorrow. Who knows what’ll happen? More tourists? More drama? Whatever it is, I’m ready. Bring it on, Petilia-Policastro!