Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a stove-maker in Vigonza is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I head down Via Roma. Love that street, but today? Ugh. Traffic was a mess. Cars everywhere, honking like they’re in a concert. I’m just tryna get to my workshop on Via Garibaldi, but nope! I’m stuck behind this dude in a tiny Fiat. Like, c’mon man, it’s not a race! But he’s revving like he’s in F1 or somethin’.
Finally, I get to my shop, and guess what? My delivery of iron for stoves is late. Like, seriously? I need that stuff! I’m pacing around, muttering to myself. “Where’s my iron?!” I’m about to lose it. I mean, how hard is it to deliver some metal?
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s all smiles, like he just won the lottery. “Dude, you won’t believe it! I found this amazing spot for lunch on Via Venezia!” I’m like, “Yeah, great, but I need iron, not pasta!” But he drags me anyway.
So we hit this little trattoria. The food? Oh man, it was heavenly. I’m talkin’ gnocchi that melts in your mouth. I’m happy again, but then I remember the iron. Ugh!
After lunch, I’m back at the shop, and guess what? The delivery finally arrives! But it’s the wrong stuff. I mean, who sends aluminum when I ordered iron? I’m fuming. I could’ve thrown a stove at the wall. Instead, I just slammed my toolbox.
Then, I get a call from a customer. She’s all frantic. “My stove isn’t working!” I’m like, “Lady, it’s probably user error.” But I’m nice, so I say, “I’ll be right over.”
I hop on my bike and zoom down Via Roma again. This time, I’m dodging pedestrians like I’m in a video game. I get to her place, and guess what? She’s got the stove plugged into a socket that’s not even working! I’m like, “You sure you didn’t just trip over the cord?” She laughs, and I’m like, “See? I’m not just a pretty face!”
After that, I’m feeling good. I head back to the shop, and I’m ready to tackle the day. But then, I see this street performer on Via Garibaldi. He’s juggling flaming torches! I stop, totally mesmerized. I mean, who does that? I’m clapping, and he’s like, “You wanna try?” I’m like, “Nah, I’m good. I make stoves, not fireballs!”
Finally, I get back to work. I’m hammering away, and it feels good. The rhythm, the heat, the smell of metal. It’s my happy place. But then, I hear a crash outside. I rush out, and some guy just knocked over a whole cart of gelato! I’m like, “Dude, what’s wrong with you?”
The gelato guy is losing it. I mean, who wouldn’t? But then, the crowd starts laughing, and I can’t help it. I’m laughing too. It’s just one of those moments, ya know?
As the sun sets over Vigonza, I’m finally wrapping up. I’m exhausted but happy. I think about all the craziness today. The traffic, the wrong iron, the gelato disaster. It’s all part of the ride.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild one in Vigonza. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!