Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my little workshop on Rue de la Liberté, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be a good one.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m a stove-maker, yeah? I craft these beauties that keep folks warm and cook their meals. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I head out to grab some supplies at the local hardware store on Rue de la République. I’m thinking, “Easy peasy.” But nah, the universe had other plans.
I get there, and the place is packed. Like, what’s going on? It’s a Tuesday, not Black Friday! I’m standing in line, and this dude in front of me is taking forever. I mean, c’mon! I’ve got stoves to make! Finally, I’m up, and guess what? They’re outta the special metal I need. Ugh! I could’ve screamed.
So, I’m like, “Alright, let’s hit up another shop.” I jog over to Rue de la Gare. It’s a bit of a trek, but whatever. I’m fueled by determination and a bit of caffeine. I get there, and boom! They have what I need. I’m feeling like a champ, right? But then, I drop the metal. Yup, right on the ground. It’s like it’s mocking me. I’m standing there, staring at it like it’s a personal betrayal.
After that fiasco, I decide to grab a bite. I swing by this little café on Place de la Mairie. The croissants there? To die for! I order one, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to enjoy my pastry, people! But it’s Saint-Etienne-au-Mont, so I guess drama’s part of the charm.
Finally, I get my croissant, and it’s heavenly. But then, I spill coffee all over my shirt. Great. Just great. I look like a mess. I’m laughing at myself, though. Like, who spills coffee on a croissant?
After that, I head back to my workshop, feeling a bit defeated but still hopeful. I start working on this custom stove for a family on Rue des Écoles. They wanted something unique, and I’m all about that. I’m hammering away, lost in my thoughts, when suddenly, the power goes out. Seriously? In the middle of my masterpiece?
I’m fuming. I grab my phone to check the time, and it’s dead. Of course! Just my luck. I’m pacing around, thinking about how I’m gonna finish this stove. I can’t let the family down.
Then, outta nowhere, my neighbor, old Mr. Dupont, shows up. He’s this grumpy old guy, but today he’s got a generator. He’s like, “Need some juice?” I could’ve hugged him! We set it up, and I’m back in business.
By the time I finish the stove, it’s dark outside. I step out for some fresh air, and the streets of Saint-Etienne-au-Mont are lit up. It’s beautiful, honestly. The way the lights reflect off the cobblestones on Rue de la Liberté? Pure magic.
I’m exhausted but happy. I think about how this little town has its quirks. The drama, the unexpected moments, the people. It’s all part of the charm. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but hey, that’s life, right? Just another day in Saint-Etienne-au-Mont, where the stoves are hot, and the coffee spills are real!