Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a stove-maker in Remiremont 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 Rue de la République. Love that street, but today? Ugh. There’s this construction crew blocking the whole thing. Like, c’mon guys, can’t you pick a less busy day? I’m late for my first appointment with a client. I’m sweating bullets, dodging around people like I’m in some weird obstacle course.
Finally, I get to the shop on Rue des Forges. My little haven. I’ve got stoves everywhere, like a metal jungle. But guess what? My best tool, the one I call “Old Reliable,” is missing! I’m freaking out. I swear I left it right there. I’m rummaging through everything, cursing under my breath. “Where the heck are you, Old Reliable?”
Then, boom! My buddy Jean pops in. He’s got this goofy grin, and I’m like, “Dude, not now!” But he’s all excited, says he saw a parade on Rue de la Gare. A parade? In Remiremont? I’m like, “What?!” I mean, I love a good parade, but I can’t just drop everything. But then again, it’s a parade.
So, I decide to take a break. I lock up the shop and head over. The vibe is electric! People are dancing, music’s blasting, and there’s this giant float of a stove! I’m not even kidding. A STOVE! I’m laughing so hard, I almost forget about Old Reliable.
But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to grab a candy from the float. He slips and falls. My heart drops. I rush over, and he’s fine, just a scraped knee. But man, that moment hit me. Kids are so innocent, ya know? I help him up, and he’s like, “Thanks, mister!” I’m like, “No prob, buddy. Just don’t go diving for candy next time!”
After the parade, I’m back at the shop. Guess what? Old Reliable is right there on the workbench. I could’ve sworn it was gone! I’m losing my mind. I’m like, “Did I just time travel or something?”
Then, I get a call from a customer. She’s all frantic, says her stove is acting up. I’m like, “Lady, I just fixed that last week!” But I head over to her place on Rue de la Liberté. It’s a cute little house, but the kitchen? A disaster zone. I’m talking pots everywhere, flour on the floor. I’m trying not to laugh, but it’s hard.
I fix her stove, and she’s so grateful. She offers me a slice of her homemade tarte. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” Best tarte I’ve ever had. I’m in heaven.
But then, I get back to the shop, and it’s chaos. A delivery guy shows up with a shipment of stoves, but he’s got the wrong ones! I’m like, “Dude, I ordered the sleek models, not these clunky things!” He shrugs, says it’s not his fault. I’m ready to blow a gasket.
Finally, I wrap up the day. I’m exhausted but happy. Remiremont is wild, man. It’s got its quirks, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I love this place, even when it drives me nuts.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. Just another day in the life of a stove-maker in Remiremont!