Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a dispatcher in San Severo is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. One minute you’re chillin’, the next you’re dodging chaos like it’s a game of dodgeball.
So, I roll into the office on Via Giuseppe Mazzini, right? It’s a sunny morning, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be easy-peasy.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First call comes in. A lady’s stuck in traffic on Corso Garibaldi. I mean, who isn’t? But she’s losing it. “I’m gonna be late for my appointment!” she screams. I’m like, “Lady, it’s San Severo. You’re always late!” But I keep it cool, y’know? I send a driver her way.
Then, boom! Another call. A delivery truck broke down on Via Roma. Great. Just what I need. I can already feel my blood pressure rising. I send a tow truck, but guess what? The driver’s stuck in a different jam. Classic San Severo, right?
I’m juggling calls like a circus clown. One minute I’m dealing with a lost cat on Via Manzoni, the next it’s a kid who locked himself in a bathroom at the local café. Seriously, how does that even happen? I’m just picturing this kid, sitting there, thinking he’s in a horror movie.
And don’t get me started on the weather. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring rain. I swear, San Severo has mood swings. I’m drenched by noon, and my hair looks like a wet mop.
Around lunchtime, I finally get a breather. I grab a slice of pizza at Pizzeria Da Michele. Best pizza in town, no contest. I’m munching away, thinking, “Okay, maybe this day ain’t so bad.” But then my phone buzzes.
A fire alarm goes off at the school on Via Aldo Moro. My heart drops. Kids, man. I can’t even. I call the fire department, and they’re like, “We’re on it!” But I’m pacing, thinking, “What if it’s a false alarm?”
Turns out, it was just a kid messing around with a smoke bomb. I mean, come on! Kids these days! I’m relieved but also kinda mad. I can’t believe I stressed over that.
By the time the sun starts to set, I’m exhausted. I’m sitting at my desk, staring at the map of San Severo, and it hits me. This city is wild. The streets, the people, the chaos. It’s like a soap opera, but with more pizza and less drama.
I finally wrap up my shift, and as I walk home down Via Giuseppe Mazzini, I can’t help but smile. Yeah, it was a crazy day. But it’s my crazy day. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
San Severo, you’re a hot mess, but you’re my hot mess. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!