Man, what a day! I swear, being a cashier in Spoleto is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll into work at the little grocery store on Via del Duomo, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First customer walks in. This old dude, like, 80 if he’s a day, shuffles up to me. He’s got this massive bag of pasta. I mean, who buys that much pasta? Anyway, he starts telling me about his “secret recipe” for carbonara. I’m like, “Cool, man, but I gotta scan your stuff.” He just keeps rambling. I’m nodding, but inside I’m screaming, “Dude, I got a line forming!”
Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just poof! Lights off, registers down. I’m standing there like a deer in headlights. The old guy? Still talking! I’m thinking, “Bro, we’re in the dark here!” So, I grab my phone, turn on the flashlight, and keep scanning. People are laughing, but I’m sweating bullets.
Finally, the power comes back. Thank you, sweet electricity! But then, this lady storms in. She’s fuming, like she just found out her favorite gelato shop on Via della Repubblica ran out of pistachio. She’s yelling about how I overcharged her for some tomatoes. I’m like, “Lady, I didn’t even ring them up!” But she’s not having it. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside I’m like, “Why are tomatoes so dramatic?”
After that chaos, I take a breather outside. Spoleto is beautiful, man. The ancient walls, the views from the Rocca Albornoziana—just breathtaking. I’m standing there, sipping my coffee, thinking about life. Then, I see this couple taking selfies by the Ponte delle Torri. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” But also, kinda sweet, ya know?
Back inside, the next customer is a kid. He’s got this huge smile, holding a toy dinosaur. He’s bouncing around, and I can’t help but smile back. Kids have this magic, right? He hands me a crumpled bill, and I’m like, “Dude, this is like, ancient currency.” But I take it anyway.
Then, the clock strikes 5 PM. My shift is almost over, and I’m counting down the minutes. But of course, the universe has other plans. A group of tourists comes in, all loud and excited. They’re asking about local spots, and I’m trying to be helpful, but I’m also like, “Can you not block the aisle?” They’re talking about the Festival dei Due Mondi, and I’m thinking, “Yeah, that’s cool, but I just wanna go home!”
Finally, I close up shop. I’m exhausted but also kinda pumped. Spoleto is wild, man. It’s got this vibe—ancient yet alive. I walk home through the cobblestone streets, passing by the Duomo. The sun’s setting, and everything’s golden. I think about the day, the craziness, the people.
And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Spoleto, with all its quirks and surprises, is my home. Even if it drives me nuts sometimes. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!