Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a barber in Pregnana-Milanese is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into the shop on Via Roma, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First client walks in. This dude, I swear, he’s got hair like a lion. I’m talkin’ full-on mane. He plops down in my chair, and I’m like, “Bro, what’s the plan?” He goes, “Just a trim.” A trim? More like a jungle safari! I’m snippin’ away, and suddenly, the door swings open. It’s Mrs. Rossi from down the street. She’s always got some gossip. “Did you hear about the new café on Via Garibaldi?” she yells. I’m like, “Lady, I’m tryin’ to save this guy’s hair here!” But she just keeps ramblin’.
Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. I’m in the dark, scissors in hand, and this guy’s hair is halfway done. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great.” I can’t see a thing! I’m feelin’ around like a blindfolded toddler. Finally, the lights flicker back on, and I’m like, “Phew!” But then I look at the dude’s hair. Oh man, it’s a disaster. One side’s short, the other’s still long. He looks like a confused raccoon.
He’s not happy. I’m tryin’ to smooth things over, “Hey, it’s a new style, man! Very avant-garde!” But he’s not buyin’ it. He storms out, and I’m left there, feelin’ like a total failure.
Next up, a kid comes in. He’s like, what, 10? He’s got this wild energy. “I want a mohawk!” he shouts. I’m like, “Dude, you sure? Your mom’s gonna flip!” But he’s all in. So, I’m buzzin’ away, and he’s bouncin’ in the chair, talkin’ about his video games. I’m laughin’ and thinkin’, “Man, I wish I had that kinda energy.”
Then, his mom bursts in. “What are you doing to my son?!” she screams. I’m like, “Ma’am, chill! It’s just a haircut!” But she’s not havin’ it. I’m tryin’ to explain, but she’s already draggin’ him outta the shop. I’m left there, feelin’ like a villain in a cartoon.
After that, I need a break. So, I step outside to grab a coffee at that new café on Via Garibaldi. It’s packed! I’m waitin’ in line, and I overhear some folks talkin’ about the old church on Via Roma. Apparently, they found some ancient coins there. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I need to get in on that treasure hunt!”
Finally, I get my coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. I take a sip, and boom! A guy bumps into me, and my coffee goes flying. I’m like, “Seriously?!” But then I see it’s my buddy Marco. We start laughin’ about it, and I forget my anger.
Back at the shop, the vibe’s chillin’ out. I’m cuttin’ hair, crackin’ jokes, and the clients are laughin’. It’s like a party in there. I even get a compliment from a regular, “You’re the best barber in Pregnana!” I’m feelin’ like a rockstar.
But then, the day takes a turn. A lady walks in, and she’s in tears. Turns out, she just lost her job. My heart sinks. I put down the scissors and just listen. We talk for a while, and I try to cheer her up. I’m tellin’ her about the time I messed up a haircut so bad, I had to give the guy a free shave just to make up for it. She laughs, and for a moment, the weight lifts.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. Pregnana-Milanese is wild, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I pack up my stuff, step outside, and take a deep breath. The streets are quiet now, and I can see the stars starting to peek out.
What a day, huh? Just another crazy, beautiful day in Pregnana-Milanese.