Man, what a day! I swear, being a bone cutter in Taglio-di-Po is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. Love that street, but today? Ugh. Traffic was a nightmare. Cars everywhere, honking like they’re in a race. I’m just trying to get to the shop, and I’m stuck behind this old lady. Bless her heart, but she was going 10 km/h. I’m like, “C’mon, lady! I got bones to cut!”
Finally, I make it to my shop on Via Garibaldi. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. Got my tools all lined up, ready to go. But then, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s all like, “Dude, you won’t believe what happened!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, he lost a bet and had to wear a chicken suit all day. I couldn’t stop laughing! I mean, who loses a bet like that?
So, we’re cracking jokes, and then boom! My first client walks in. This guy, I swear, looked like he just ran a marathon. He’s all sweaty and panicky. “I need a bone cut, like, now!” I’m like, “Chill, man. It’s not a race.” But he’s freaking out. Turns out, he tried to impress his girlfriend by doing parkour. Yeah, parkour. In Taglio-di-Po. Not the best idea, buddy.
I get to work, and while I’m cutting, I’m thinking about how Taglio-di-Po is such a cool place. The canals, the old buildings, the vibe. But then, I remember the time I slipped on a wet street near the Chiesa di San Bartolomeo. Man, I fell hard! Everyone laughed, but I was just glad I didn’t break anything.
Anyway, back to the guy. I finish up, and he’s all grateful. “You saved my life!” he says. I’m like, “Nah, just saved your leg, dude.” But it felt good, you know? Helping people.
Then, I get a call from my mom. She’s like, “You coming for dinner?” I’m thinking, “Mom, I’m covered in bone dust!” But I can’t say no. So, I rush over to her place on Via della Libertà. She’s got this amazing pasta waiting. I mean, who can resist that?
But here’s the kicker. While I’m eating, my phone buzzes. It’s Marco again. “Dude, I’m stuck in a tree!” I’m like, “What?!” Apparently, he tried to climb a tree in that chicken suit. Classic Marco. I can’t help but laugh.
After dinner, I head back to the shop. It’s late, and the streets are quiet. I love that about Taglio-di-Po. The peace after the chaos. But then, I hear this noise. It’s coming from the canal. I peek over, and there’s a bunch of kids throwing fireworks. I’m like, “Seriously? It’s a Tuesday!” But I can’t help but smile.
So, I wrap up my day, thinking about all the craziness. Taglio-di-Po, man. It’s wild, it’s beautiful, and it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even if it means dealing with chicken suits and parkour fails.
What a day, right? Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!