Man, what a day! I swear, being a cashier in Pomezia is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll into work at the supermarket on Via Roma, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First customer walks in. This lady, I swear, she’s got a cart full of stuff. I mean, who needs 10 packs of pasta? We’re not in a zombie apocalypse, lady! She’s chatting away, not even looking at me. I’m like, “Hello? I’m here too!” But nah, she’s too busy talking about her cat, Gigi. I’m just nodding, thinking, “Gigi better pay for this.”
Then, boom! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there, in the dark, with a line of people looking at me like I’m supposed to fix it. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a cashier, not a magician!” Everyone’s grumbling, and I’m trying to keep it light. “Hey, at least we’re saving on electricity, right?” Crickets. Tough crowd.
After a few minutes, the lights flicker back on. Thank you, sweet electricity! But now, the register’s acting up. It’s like it’s possessed or something. I’m pressing buttons, and it’s just beeping at me. I’m sweating bullets. I can feel the eyes of the customers burning into my back. “Just let me scan your stuff!” I’m thinking.
Finally, I get it working. But then, this dude comes in, right? He’s got a huge bag of chips and a soda. He’s all smiles, and I’m like, “Finally, someone with good vibes!” But then he drops the soda. It explodes everywhere! I’m talking a full-on soda geyser. I’m soaked, and so is the floor. I’m laughing, but also like, “Why me?”
So, I grab some paper towels, and while I’m cleaning up, I see my buddy Marco from high school. He’s walking by on Via dei Castelli Romani, and I’m like, “Yo, Marco! Come help me!” He just waves and keeps walking. Rude! I mean, I’m drowning in soda here!
After that chaos, I finally get a break. I step outside for some fresh air. Pomezia is beautiful, man. The sun’s setting over the hills, and I can see the ancient ruins in the distance. It’s like a postcard. I take a deep breath, and for a second, I forget about the craziness. But then, I hear a loud honk. Some guy in a car is yelling at a cyclist on the road. Classic Pomezia, right? Everyone’s in a rush, but we’re all just trying to get by.
Back inside, the line is still long. I’m ringing up a family with three kids. They’re all screaming, and I’m like, “Can someone please give these kids a snack?” The mom looks at me like I’m the problem. I’m just trying to survive here!
Finally, it’s closing time. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but smile. I survived the day! I walk home down Via della Libertà, and it hits me. Pomezia is wild, but it’s my wild. I love this place, even with all the craziness.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another day in Pomezia, where the pasta is plenty, the soda geysers are real, and the customers keep you on your toes. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!