Man, today was a wild ride in Rombas! Like, seriously, I can’t even. Woke up late, as usual. Alarm? What alarm? So, I’m sprinting down Rue de la République, dodging pigeons like it’s an Olympic sport. Rombas is a small town, but it’s got its quirks, ya know?
First stop, the bakery on Rue de la Liberté. I’m craving a pain au chocolat. I mean, who wouldn’t? But guess what? They’re out! Like, how do you run out of that? I’m standing there, all wide-eyed and hangry. The baker, this old dude, just shrugs. I’m like, “C’mon man, it’s breakfast time!” He just laughs. I swear, I could’ve thrown a croissant at him.
So, I grab a baguette instead. Not the same, but whatever. I’m walking down to Parc de la Mairie, munching on this thing like it’s the last meal on Earth. The park is chill, but today? It’s packed. Kids everywhere, screaming, running. I’m thinking, “Why do they have so much energy?”
Then, outta nowhere, I see this dog. A big fluffy thing, just chilling. I’m like, “Aww, look at that cutie!” But then it starts chasing a squirrel. And I’m like, “Oh no, not the squirrel!” The whole park is watching this epic showdown. The dog’s barking, the squirrel’s like, “Not today, buddy!” It was hilarious.
But then, I get a text. My buddy, Max, is in town. He’s like, “Meet me at the café on Rue de l’Église.” I’m pumped! I haven’t seen him in ages. So, I hustle over there, dodging more pigeons. Seriously, Rombas has a pigeon problem.
I get to the café, and Max is already there, sipping on some fancy coffee. He’s all, “Dude, you gotta try this!” I’m like, “Bro, I just had a baguette. I’m good.” But he insists. So, I take a sip, and wow, it’s like liquid gold. I’m suddenly a coffee snob.
We’re catching up, laughing about old times. Then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s wearing a bright yellow jacket, like he’s trying to be the sun or something. And he’s got this huge backpack. I’m thinking, “What’s in there? A small child?”
So, Mr. Sunshine sits down next to us. He starts talking about his travels. I’m like, “Cool story, bro.” But then he pulls out a ukulele. I’m not even kidding. He starts playing this random tune, and I’m just sitting there, trying not to laugh. Max is dying.
After a while, we decide to leave. I’m feeling good, but then I step outside, and it’s raining. Like, what the heck? Rombas, you’re killing me! I didn’t bring an umbrella. So, I’m sprinting down Rue de la Liberté again, soaked to the bone.
Finally, I duck into a little shop. It’s one of those quirky places, full of random stuff. I’m browsing, and I find this weird statue of a cat. I’m like, “What even is this?” The shopkeeper, this sweet old lady, starts telling me about it. Apparently, it’s a local legend. I’m intrigued, but also confused.
I buy the cat statue, because why not? It’s a conversation starter, right? I head home, drenched but happy. Rombas, you’ve got my heart. Even with the pigeons, the rain, and the random ukulele guy. What a day!