Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a shoemaker in San-Cataldo 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 off, I step outta my little workshop on Via Roma, and boom! There’s a parade. Like, seriously? A parade? In the middle of a Tuesday? I’m just tryin’ to get to work, not join a carnival. But hey, it’s San-Cataldo, so I guess anything goes. I mean, who doesn’t love a good parade? But I’m dodging confetti and kids runnin’ around like they’re on a sugar high.
Finally, I make it to my shop, right? It’s cozy, smells like leather and glue—my kinda vibe. I’m ready to tackle some shoes. But then, my buddy Marco strolls in. He’s all like, “Yo, you gotta help me out!” Turns out, he’s got a wedding in two days and his shoes are wrecked. I’m like, “Dude, you had one job!” But I can’t say no. So, I’m knee-deep in fixing his fancy loafers, cursing under my breath.
While I’m at it, I hear this loud commotion outside. I peek outta the window on Via Garibaldi, and there’s a catfight! Not the kind you think—like, actual cats. Two of ‘em, fur flying everywhere. I’m just standing there, laughing my ass off. Who knew cats could be so dramatic?
Anyway, I finally finish Marco’s shoes, and he’s all grateful and stuff. But then, just as I’m about to close up shop, this lady storms in. She’s fuming, right? Turns out, I made her shoes too tight. I’m like, “Lady, you picked the size!” But I can’t say that. So, I’m all apologetic, trying to fix it. She’s ranting about how she can’t walk in them. I’m thinkin’, “Maybe you should’ve tried them on first?” But whatever, I fix ‘em up, and she leaves, still grumbling.
Now, it’s late afternoon, and I’m finally ready to call it a day. I step outside, and the sun’s setting over the hills. It’s beautiful, man. The colors are insane. I’m standing there, just soaking it in, when I bump into my old pal Luca. He’s got this wild idea about starting a shoe fashion line. I’m like, “Dude, you can barely match your socks!” But he’s all hyped up, talking about designs and trends. I can’t help but laugh.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m sprinting back to my shop, dodging puddles on Via Vittorio Emanuele. I’m soaked, shoes squelching, but I’m laughing. It’s just one of those days, ya know?
Finally, I get back inside, and I’m done. I plop down on my stool, exhausted but happy. San-Cataldo, man. It’s chaotic, it’s loud, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? Maybe more catfights? Or a shoe emergency? Bring it on!