Man, what a day! I swear, being an insurance investigator in San Severino Marche is like being in a soap opera. Seriously, I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring day, but boy, was I wrong.
First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. You know, the main drag. It’s got that old-school charm, but today? Ugh, it was packed! Tourists everywhere, snapping pics like they were at the Colosseum or something. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a cute little piazza! But whatever, I’m not here to judge.
So, I’m on my way to check out this claim. Some dude says his car got stolen right outside the Bar Centrale. I get there, and guess what? The guy’s sipping a cappuccino like he’s on vacation! I’m like, “Dude, your car’s gone!” And he’s all chill, “Oh, it’ll turn up.” Really? Just like that? I wanted to shake him.
Then, I head over to Via dei Cappuccini. Beautiful street, right? But I’m not there for the views. I’m there to meet a witness. This lady, she’s got a parrot. A freakin’ parrot! It’s squawking like it’s auditioning for a Broadway show. I can’t focus! I’m trying to get info, and this bird’s just yelling “Polly wants a cracker!” over and over. I’m losing my mind.
Finally, I get the scoop. Turns out, the guy’s car wasn’t stolen. He just forgot where he parked it. Classic! I’m thinking, “This is why I can’t have nice things.”
Next, I’m off to the old castle, Castello di San Severino. It’s stunning, right? But I’m not there for the views. I’m there to meet a client. She’s got a claim for water damage. I walk in, and the place smells like wet dog. I’m like, “Lady, you gotta do better.” She’s all frantic, “My roof is leaking!” I’m thinking, “Yeah, and your dog needs a bath.”
But then, she shows me the damage. Whoa! It’s bad. I feel for her. I mean, I’m an investigator, but I’m also human, ya know? I can’t just be a robot. So, I help her out.
After that, I’m starving. I hit up a little trattoria on Via Garibaldi. Best pasta ever! I order the tagliatelle al tartufo. I’m in heaven. But then, the waiter spills wine all over me! I’m like, “Dude, really?” But he’s super apologetic, and I can’t stay mad. I mean, it’s wine!
By the time I’m done, I’m feeling good. I stroll through the piazza, and it’s buzzing. Street performers, kids running around, old folks chatting. It’s like a scene from a movie. I can’t help but smile.
But then, I see this guy. He’s trying to sell fake designer bags. I’m like, “C’mon, man! You can’t be serious.” He looks at me, and I swear he thinks I’m a cop or something. I just shake my head and walk away.
As the sun sets, I’m walking back to my car, and I can’t help but think about the day. It was wild. Ups and downs, laughs and frustrations. San Severino Marche, you never cease to amaze me.
I get in my car, and I’m just grateful. Grateful for the chaos, the people, the stories. This city, man, it’s got a heartbeat. And I’m just trying to keep up.