Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a driving instructor, right? And today, I had a lesson scheduled in Pomigliano-d'Arco. You know, that little gem near Naples? Yeah, that place.
I roll up to the meeting spot on Via Roma, and it’s already chaos. Like, who needs coffee when you’ve got the sound of honking horns and scooters zipping by? I swear, if I had a euro for every time someone cut me off, I’d be rich.
So, my first student, Marco, shows up late. Typical, right? He’s all flustered, like he just ran a marathon. “Sorry, sorry! Traffic!” he says. I’m like, dude, we’re in Pomigliano! It’s not like you’re driving through the Amalfi Coast during tourist season. But whatever, we hop in the car.
We start cruising down Corso Umberto I, and I’m trying to keep my cool. Marco’s gripping the wheel like it’s a rollercoaster. I’m like, “Relax, man! It’s just a car, not a Ferrari!” But he’s sweating bullets. I mean, come on, it’s just Pomigliano!
Then, outta nowhere, this old lady crosses the street. I mean, she’s moving at a snail’s pace. I’m yelling, “Marco, brake! Brake!” But he’s frozen. I’m picturing us on the front page of the local paper: “Driving Instructor Runs Over Sweet Old Lady.” Not cool, man.
Finally, he slams the brakes, and we stop just in time. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta pay attention!” He’s all wide-eyed, like he just saw a ghost. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be a long day.”
Next, we head over to Via Napoli. It’s a bit quieter there, thank goodness. I’m trying to teach him about roundabouts. You know, the ones that make you feel like you’re in a video game? But Marco’s still jittery. He’s like, “What if I mess up?” I’m like, “Bro, you’re not gonna win a medal here. Just drive!”
Then, we hit a pothole. I mean, it’s like a crater! I’m bouncing around in my seat, and I’m like, “What is this, the moon?” Marco’s laughing, finally relaxing a bit. I’m thinking, “Okay, maybe we’re getting somewhere.”
But then, we get stuck in traffic on Via San Giovanni. It’s like the whole city decided to take a break. I’m sitting there, and I see this guy on a scooter, weaving in and out like he’s in a race. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s not the Tour de France!”
Finally, we get moving again, and I’m trying to teach him parallel parking. You know, the bane of every new driver’s existence. He’s sweating again, and I’m like, “Just pretend you’re in a video game. You got this!”
But then, he hits the curb. Boom! I’m jolted forward, and I’m like, “Dude, you just parked in the wrong dimension!” He’s freaking out, and I’m trying not to laugh.
After a few more attempts, he finally nails it. I’m like, “Yes! You did it!” He’s grinning like he just won the lottery. I’m feeling proud, like a dad watching his kid score a goal.
As we wrap up, I’m driving back through Pomigliano, and I can’t help but feel a bit nostalgic. This city has its quirks, you know? The streets, the people, the food! I mean, have you tried the pizza here? It’s life-changing!
So, I drop Marco off, and I’m thinking, “What a day.” I’m exhausted but happy. Pomigliano-d'Arco, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me. Can’t wait for tomorrow’s lessons!