Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a glazier in Ripa-Pozzi-Querceta-Ponterosso is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First job was on Via della Libertà. Nice street, but the traffic? Ugh! Cars everywhere, like they’re auditioning for a demolition derby. I’m tryin’ to unload my van, and this dude in a tiny Fiat thinks he’s a race car driver. Almost took my leg off! I yell, “Hey, Mario Andretti! Slow down!” He just honks and zooms off. Classic.
So, I finally get my stuff out. Glass sheets, tools, the whole shebang. I’m sweating like a sinner in church. I get to work, and the client? Total diva. “Make sure it’s perfect!” she says. Lady, it’s glass, not a Picasso! I’m like, “Sure, no pressure.” But inside, I’m like, “If you only knew…”
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, biblical rain. I’m scrambling to cover the glass. I’m soaked, and my tools are getting rusty. I’m cursing the weather gods. “What did I do to deserve this?” I’m pretty sure I saw a frog float by.
After the rain, I head over to Via dei Fiori. Beautiful street, flowers everywhere. But guess what? I trip over a garden gnome. Who puts a gnome in the middle of the sidewalk? I’m on the ground, and this old lady walks by, looks at me, and says, “You okay, dear?” I’m like, “Yeah, just practicing my yoga.”
Finally, I get to the next job on Via Roma. It’s a café, and they want a new window. I’m thinkin’, “Sweet, coffee break!” But no, the barista is a total caffeine fiend. She’s like, “Hurry up! I need my customers!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a magician!” But I get it done, and she hands me a cappuccino. Best part of the day, for real.
Then, I head to Querceta. Beautiful little town, but the streets? Narrower than my patience. I’m maneuvering my van like I’m in a video game. I swear I almost took out a mailbox. But hey, I made it!
I get to this old villa, and the owner? A sweet old man. He’s got stories for days. “Back in my day…” and I’m nodding, but inside I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I gotta work!” But he’s so charming, I can’t help but listen. He tells me about the history of Ripa-Pozzi-Querceta-Ponterosso. Did you know it used to be a fishing village? Crazy, right?
By the time I’m done, it’s dark. I’m exhausted, but I feel good. I love this city, even with its quirks. Ripa-Pozzi-Querceta-Ponterosso has this vibe, ya know? The streets, the people, the chaos. It’s like a big, dysfunctional family.
I pack up my stuff, and as I’m driving home, I can’t help but smile. Sure, I got soaked, tripped over gnomes, and dealt with divas. But that’s life, right? Just another day in the life of a glazier. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.