Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a furrier in Sestu 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 was NOT chill.
First off, I head down Via Roma. You know, the main drag. It’s packed with people. Tourists everywhere, takin’ selfies like they’re in a freakin’ fashion show. I’m dodging folks left and right. Like, c’mon, people! Watch where you’re walkin’! I almost tripped over some dude’s fancy shoes. Seriously, who wears white shoes in Sestu?
Anyway, I finally get to my shop on Via Garibaldi. It’s a cozy little spot, but man, it gets hot in there. I’m talkin’ sauna levels. I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church. I open the door, and boom! The smell of leather hits me. It’s like a warm hug, ya know? But then, I see it. My assistant, Marco, is trying to fix this old sewing machine. And by “fix,” I mean he’s just banging it like it owes him money.
“Marco! What are you doin’?” I yell. He looks up, all wide-eyed. “It’s not workin’, boss!” Yeah, no kidding! It’s like trying to teach a cat to fetch. I roll my eyes and dive into the pile of furs.
Then, outta nowhere, this lady storms in. She’s got this wild look in her eyes. “I need a coat! Like, NOW!” I’m thinkin’, lady, it’s 30 degrees outside. You don’t need a coat; you need a cold drink! But I keep my cool. “Sure, what kinda fur you want?”
She starts rambling about some rare breed of fox. I’m like, “Lady, this ain’t a pet shop!” But she’s persistent. I show her some options, and she’s all over the place. “Too dark, too light, too fluffy!” I’m losing my patience.
Finally, she picks one. I’m relieved, but then she pulls out her phone. “Can I pay with this?” I’m like, “Sure, but we don’t take Bitcoin or whatever.” She looks at me like I just insulted her mother. “What do you mean you don’t take crypto?”
I’m about to lose it. “Lady, this is Sestu, not Silicon Valley!” But I keep it together. I take her cash, and she leaves, satisfied. Phew!
Then, I step outside for a breather. The sun’s setting over the hills. It’s beautiful, right? But then I hear this loud noise. It’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! In Sestu! I’m thinkin’, “What now?”
Turns out, it’s some local festival. People are dancing, music blasting. I can’t help but smile. I mean, who doesn’t love a good party? I grab a gelato from that little shop on Via Cavour. Best gelato in town, hands down. I’m savoring every bite when I see my buddy Luca.
“Hey, furrier! You look like you need a drink!” he shouts. I laugh. “You have no idea!” We hit up this bar nearby. It’s packed, but we squeeze in. I order a spritz, and man, it hits the spot.
We’re chatting, laughing, and then I remember the lady from earlier. “Dude, you won’t believe this lady who wanted a coat!” I start telling Luca the story, and he’s cracking up.
But then, outta nowhere, I get a call. It’s Marco. “Boss, we have a problem!” I’m like, “What now?” Apparently, the sewing machine exploded. I’m not even kidding. I can’t help but laugh. “Just clean it up, Marco!”
After a long day, I finally head home. I’m exhausted but happy. Sestu is wild, man. Full of surprises. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a furrier, right?