Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an elevator operator in Torrita-di-Siena is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety harness. So, I roll into work, right? It’s a sunny morning, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m at the elevator in Via Roma, and this lady rushes in. She’s all flustered, hair everywhere, like she just ran a marathon. Turns out, she’s late for some fancy meeting at the Comune. I mean, c’mon, lady, it’s not like the mayor’s gonna start without you! But she’s all, “Go, go, go!” So, I hit the button like I’m in a race.
Then, boom! The elevator stops. Just stops. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I can hear her breathing like a racehorse. I’m sweating bullets. I’m thinkin’, “Great, I’m gonna be the guy who gets stuck in an elevator with a stressed-out lady.” But, thank the heavens, it starts again. She bolts out like she’s escaping a fire. I’m just there, like, “Good luck, lady!”
Next, I get a group of tourists from who-knows-where. They’re all snapping pics of the elevator like it’s the Leaning Tower of Pisa or somethin’. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just an elevator!” But they’re all, “Oh, look at the beautiful wood!” I mean, it’s nice and all, but c’mon! It’s not a museum piece!
So, I’m stuck listening to their broken Italian and English mix. They’re trying to pronounce “Torrita-di-Siena” like it’s a tongue twister. I’m just chuckling to myself. “It’s not that hard, folks!” But hey, they’re having a blast, so I let it slide.
Then, I get this old man, right? He’s from Via della Libertà, and he’s got stories. Oh man, the stories! He starts talking about how he remembers when Torrita was just a small village. I’m like, “Dude, I get it, you’re old.” But he’s got this twinkle in his eye, and I can’t help but listen. He’s telling me about the old days, the festivals, and how the streets were filled with laughter. I’m feelin’ all nostalgic, even though I wasn’t even born back then!
But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs in. He’s got ice cream all over his face, and I’m thinkin’, “Oh boy, here we go.” He jumps in the elevator, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna get that everywhere!” But he’s just grinning, like he’s just won the lottery. Kids, man. They don’t care about the mess.
So, I’m trying to keep it together, but the kid starts pushing buttons like he’s on a game show. I’m like, “No, no, no! Not the basement!” But it’s too late. We’re headed down. I can hear the old man groaning, and I’m just praying we don’t get stuck again.
Finally, we hit the basement, and it’s dark and creepy. I’m like, “Great, now we’re in a horror movie.” The kid’s laughing, the old man’s grumbling, and I’m just standing there, trying to keep my cool. I hit the button to go back up, and we finally escape.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’ve seen it all: stressed-out ladies, tourists, old men with stories, and ice cream disasters. I’m just a dude in an elevator, but man, I feel like I’ve lived a lifetime today.
As I walk home through the cobblestone streets of Torrita-di-Siena, I can’t help but smile. This place, with its history and charm, it’s got a way of surprising you. I mean, who knew an elevator could be so eventful?
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Torrita-di-Siena. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!