Man, what a day! I swear, being a bodyguard in Saint-Genis-Pouilly is like a rollercoaster ride. You think you know what’s coming, but nah, life’s got other plans. So, let me break it down for ya.
I woke up early, like, way too early. The sun was barely up, and I was already chugging coffee like it was water. I had a client to protect, some big shot from Geneva. He was in town for a conference at the Centre de Congrès. I mean, who even needs a bodyguard for a conference, right? But hey, that’s my job.
So, I roll outta bed, throw on my black suit—classic, right?—and head out. The streets of Saint-Genis-Pouilly are pretty chill in the morning. You got the Rue de la République, all quiet and peaceful. But then, bam! I hit the Rue des Frênes, and it’s like a whole different world. Kids are running around, people are walking their dogs, and I’m just trying to keep my cool.
I meet up with my client, and he’s already stressed. Like, dude, it’s just a conference! But whatever, I’m here to keep him safe. We head to the venue, and I’m scanning the crowd. You never know who’s lurking, right?
Then, outta nowhere, this guy bumps into me. I mean, c’mon! I’m a bodyguard, not a punching bag! I turn around, ready to give him a piece of my mind, but he’s just some lost tourist. He’s like, “Excuse me, do you know where the Parc de la Mairie is?” I’m like, “Dude, you’re in the wrong part of town.” But I point him in the right direction. Gotta keep it friendly, ya know?
After that little detour, we finally get to the conference. It’s packed! I’m standing there, trying to look tough, but inside, I’m just thinking about lunch. I mean, have you tried the croissants at the bakery on Rue de la Mairie? To die for! But no time for that. I gotta keep my eyes peeled.
Suddenly, I hear a commotion. People are shouting, and I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, some dude in a suit is having a meltdown. He’s yelling about something—probably lost his wallet or something stupid. I’m ready to step in, but security’s got it handled. Phew!
But then, it gets crazier. My client’s phone rings. It’s his wife, and she’s freaking out about their kid. I can see the panic in his eyes. I’m like, “Dude, just breathe.” But he’s not having it. He bolts outta the conference, and I’m right behind him.
We’re sprinting down the Rue de la République, and I’m thinking, “This is not in the job description!” I’m sweating bullets, and my heart’s racing. Finally, we get to his car, and he speeds off. I’m just praying we make it in time.
Turns out, the kid was fine. Just a little scraped knee from playing too hard. But man, the relief! I could’ve hugged that kid. Instead, I just stood there, trying to catch my breath.
After all that chaos, I finally get a break. I grab a quick bite at that bakery I was talking about. Croissant in hand, I’m feeling like a champ. But then, I get a call. Another client needs me. Seriously?
So, I head over to the other side of town, near the Parc de la Mairie. It’s a whole different vibe there. Families are picnicking, kids are playing, and I’m just trying to blend in. But blending in is not my strong suit. I’m in a suit, for crying out loud!
As I’m waiting, I see this street performer doing some crazy tricks. I’m talking flips and spins. I can’t help but laugh. Life’s wild, man. One minute you’re chasing down a panicking client, and the next, you’re watching a dude defy gravity.
Finally, my new client shows up. He’s a chill guy, but he’s got a reputation. I’m on high alert again. We stroll through the park, and I’m just hoping nothing crazy happens. But of course, it does. A dog runs up to us, all excited, and jumps on my client. He’s not a dog person. I’m trying to hold back my laughter while he’s freaking out.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head back home, thinking about all the madness. Saint-Genis-Pouilly is a wild place, man. You never know what’s gonna happen next. But