Man, what a day! I swear, being a telephone operator in Torremaggiore is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at 8 AM, coffee in hand, ready to tackle whatever comes my way. Little did I know, today was gonna be a wild ride.
First call? Some dude from Via Roma. He’s all like, “My grandma’s cat is stuck in a tree!” I’m thinking, really? A cat? But hey, I’m not one to judge. I told him to chill, call the fire department. I mean, it’s not like I can climb trees, right? 😂
Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a lady on Corso Garibaldi. She’s freaking out about a pigeon. A pigeon! Apparently, it was “attacking” her. I’m like, lady, it’s a bird, not a dragon! But she was so dramatic, I almost believed her. I told her to throw some bread and run. Problem solved, right?
By noon, I’m starving. I decide to grab a slice of pizza from my fave spot, Pizzeria Da Michele. Best pizza in town, no cap! I’m munching on my margherita, and it hits me—this place is beautiful. The streets, the vibe, the people. Torremaggiore is like a hidden gem. But then, I see this guy on Via Cavour, yelling at his car. Like, dude, it’s a car, not your ex! 😂
Back to work, and the calls just keep coming. A guy from Via Dante is complaining about the noise from the festa. I mean, come on! It’s Torremaggiore! We live for the festas! I told him to grab a drink and join the fun. Life’s too short to be a grump, right?
Then, I get a call from a kid. He’s lost. I’m like, “Where are you?” He says, “Near the fountain.” I’m thinking, which fountain? There’s like a million! I ask him to describe it. He says, “It’s wet.” 🤦‍♂️ I’m losing it! I finally get him to tell me he’s near Piazza della Libertà. Thank goodness! I told him to stay put, and I’d send someone.
Around 3 PM, I’m feeling the stress. I need a break. I step outside for some fresh air. The sun’s shining, and I see the hills in the distance. It’s gorgeous! But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and it’s a delivery truck that just backed into a lamppost on Via Vittorio Emanuele. I can’t even! The driver jumps out, looking like he’s seen a ghost. I’m dying laughing.
Back at my desk, I get a call from a woman on Via Mazzini. She’s crying. I’m like, oh no, what now? Turns out, her dog ran away. My heart breaks. I tell her to stay calm, we’ll find him. I put out an alert. I mean, who doesn’t love a good dog story?
As the day winds down, I’m exhausted but happy. I’ve helped a cat, a pigeon, a lost kid, and a crying lady. Not bad for a day’s work, right? I pack up, ready to head home. But before I leave, I take one last look at the streets of Torremaggiore. The lights are twinkling, and the laughter from the festa fills the air.
I think to myself, this city is wild, but it’s my wild. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’s gonna happen? Bring it on, Torremaggiore!