Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my tiny apartment on Rue de la République, right? Just another Tuesday in Saint-Germain-les-Corbeil. I’m a graphic designer, but today felt like I was in some crazy movie.
First off, I spill coffee all over my favorite shirt. Ugh! It’s like the universe was like, “Nah, not today, buddy.” I rush out, looking like a hot mess. I mean, who needs a fashion statement when you’ve got caffeine stains, right?
So, I hop on my bike, zooming down Avenue de la Gare. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinking, “Maybe today won’t suck.” Spoiler alert: it did. I’m cruising, feeling the wind in my hair, when BAM! A pigeon decides to take a dump right on my shoulder. Like, seriously?! What did I do to deserve this?
I get to the café on Place de la Mairie, hoping for a miracle. I order a croissant and a fresh brew. The barista, this cool dude named Lucas, gives me a wink. I’m like, “Okay, maybe today’s looking up.” But then, I see my ex sitting at the corner table. Great. Just great.
She’s with some guy, laughing, and I’m over here looking like a sad puppy. I try to act cool, but I can’t help but eavesdrop. They’re talking about traveling to Paris. Ugh, Paris! I mean, it’s just a train ride away, but still. I’m stuck in Saint-Germain-les-Corbeil, living my best life, right?
After that awkward moment, I decide to take a stroll. I hit up Rue des Écoles, where all the kids are playing soccer. They’re shouting and having a blast. I can’t help but smile. Kids have it easy, man. No worries, just goals and snacks. I wish I could go back to that.
Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy, Max. He’s all hyped up about this new art exhibit at the local gallery. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not in the mood for culture.” But he drags me anyway.
The gallery’s on Rue de la Liberté, and it’s packed. I’m not even kidding. People everywhere, sipping wine, pretending to be all sophisticated. I’m just there, trying to blend in. The art? Some weird abstract stuff. I mean, I get it, but come on. A canvas with a single dot? Really?
Max is all into it, talking about the “deep meaning.” I’m just thinking, “I could’ve painted that in five minutes.” But whatever, I nod and sip my wine.
Then, the unexpected happens. I see this girl across the room. She’s stunning, with this wild hair and a killer smile. I’m like, “Who is she?” I can’t help but stare. Max notices and nudges me. “Go talk to her!” he says.
I’m sweating bullets, but I muster up the courage. I walk over, and we start chatting. Her name’s Clara, and she’s an artist too. We hit it off, laughing about the ridiculousness of modern art. I’m thinking, “Finally, something good!”
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s work. They need a design ASAP. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” I step outside, trying to focus, but my mind’s all over the place.
After I send the design, I head back inside, but Clara’s gone. Just like that. I’m crushed. I look for her, but no luck. I mean, come on! Why does life have to be so complicated?
I leave the gallery, feeling a mix of anger and disappointment. I bike back home, taking the long way through Parc de la Mairie. The sunset’s beautiful, but I can’t enjoy it. I’m just thinking about how today was a rollercoaster.
I get home, plop on my couch, and just stare at the wall. What a day, right? Saint-Germain-les-Corbeil, you’ve got your ups and downs. But hey, tomorrow’s a new day. Maybe I’ll run into Clara again. Or maybe I’ll just get pooped on by another pigeon. Who knows?