Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an elevator operator in Roseto-degli-Abruzzi is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety bar. So, I roll into work, right? It’s a sunny morning, the kinda day that makes you wanna grab a gelato and chill by the beach. But nah, I’m stuck in this metal box, goin’ up and down all day.
First off, let me tell ya about the view. From the top of the building on Via Nazionale, you can see the Adriatic sparkling like a million diamonds. But I’m not there to enjoy it. I’m just pressin’ buttons and listenin’ to people complain. “Why’s the elevator so slow?” Like, dude, it’s not a Ferrari!
So, I’m on my third trip up when this lady gets in. She’s all frazzled, hair like a bird’s nest. She’s clutching a bag from the market on Via Roma. “I’m late for my appointment!” she yells. I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a time machine!” But I hit the button, and we zoom up. She’s huffin’ and puffin’, and I’m just tryin’ to keep it together.
Then, boom! The elevator stops. Just stops! I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great.” I can hear her freakin’ out. “What’s happening?!” I’m like, “I dunno, maybe it’s taking a coffee break?” I try to calm her down, but she’s not havin’ it. I mean, who can blame her? We’re stuck between floors, and I’m just a dude in a uniform.
After what feels like forever, I finally get it movin’ again. We reach the top, and she bolts outta there like a rocket. I’m just standin’ there, thinkin’, “What a morning!”
Next up, I get this group of tourists. They’re all excited, takin’ selfies and shoutin’ about the beautiful beaches. “Have you been to Roseto’s beach?” one of ‘em asks. I’m like, “Dude, I work here! Of course, I’ve been!” But I can’t help but smile. Roseto’s beaches are the bomb. The sand, the waves, the whole vibe.
But then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s got a huge pizza box. I’m talkin’ like, the size of a small car. “Can I take this up?” he asks. I’m like, “Sure, but don’t drop it!” He laughs, but I’m serious. I don’t wanna clean up pizza sauce from the elevator.
So, we go up, and he opens the box. It’s a margherita, fresh and steamy. The smell hits me like a freight train. I’m drooling, and he’s just munchin’ away. “You want a slice?” he asks. I’m like, “Dude, I’m on the clock!” But inside, I’m screaming, “YES!”
Finally, the day starts winding down. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but feel a bit happy. I mean, Roseto-degli-Abruzzi is a wild place. The people, the food, the beach vibes. It’s like a never-ending party.
As I’m about to clock out, I see the sunset over the Adriatic. It’s like the sky’s on fire, all oranges and pinks. I take a moment, just me and the view. I think about the crazy day, the people, the pizza, and the lady who almost lost it.
And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Roseto’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen next? Bring it on!