Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a barber in Vanzago is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into the shop on Via Roma, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First client walks in. It’s old Mr. Rossi. You know him, right? Always grumpy, always wants the same buzz cut. I swear, if I had a euro for every time he said, “Just a trim, nothing fancy,” I’d be rich. But today, he’s extra cranky. “My cat’s sick!” he yells. Like, dude, I’m just here to cut hair, not give cat advice. But I nod, pretendin’ to care.
Then, outta nowhere, the door swings open. It’s Carla from down the street. She’s got this wild hair, like she just got electrocuted. “I need a makeover!” she shouts. I’m like, “Girl, you just got a haircut last week!” But she’s insistent. So, I’m juggling Mr. Rossi’s buzz cut and Carla’s wild ideas. Talk about chaos!
Next, I’m halfway through Mr. Rossi’s cut when the power goes out. Just my luck, right? Vanzago’s streets are quiet, but inside the shop? Total mayhem. I’m fumbling around for my phone, trying to find a flashlight. Mr. Rossi’s cursing like a sailor. “This is why I hate technology!” he grumbles. I’m thinkin’, “Bro, it’s not my fault the grid’s down!”
Finally, the lights flicker back on. Phew! But then, I notice Carla’s hair is a total mess. I mean, I tried to give her some layers, but it looks like a bird’s nest. She’s staring at me like I just committed a crime. “What is this?” she asks, horrified. I’m like, “Art is subjective, right?” She rolls her eyes and storms out. Great, just great.
After that, I take a breather. Grab a coffee from the bar across the street on Via Garibaldi. Best espresso in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ it, tryin’ to calm down, when I see a parade of kids runnin’ by. It’s some local festival or something. They’re all dressed up, laughing, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, I miss being a kid.”
But then, I spot a kid trip and fall. Oof! He starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not again!” But his friends pick him up, and they all start laughing. Kids are resilient, man. Makes me smile.
Back at the shop, I’m ready for round two. Next up is Marco, the guy who always wants the latest trends. He walks in, and I’m like, “What’s it gonna be today?” He pulls out a pic of some crazy hairstyle. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you live in Vanzago, not Milan!” But hey, it’s his hair, not mine.
As I’m cutting, we start chatting about the new gelato place on Via Cavour. Apparently, they’ve got this wild flavor—pistachio and chili. I’m like, “What? That sounds insane!” But Marco swears it’s the best. I’m tempted to try it, but then I remember my waistline. Ugh.
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but there’s this sense of satisfaction. I mean, I survived! Vanzago’s streets are quiet again, and I’m just chillin’ in my chair, thinking about how crazy life is.
As I lock up, I glance at the sunset over the rooftops. It’s beautiful, man. Makes all the chaos worth it. I love this town, even with its quirks. Vanzago, you’re a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, here’s to another day in the life of a barber. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!