Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an elevator operator in Saint-Loubes is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety bar. So, I roll into work, right? It’s a sunny morning, birds chirpin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m at the lift in this fancy building on Rue de la République. You know, the one with the café on the corner? Yeah, that one. I’m just mindin’ my own biz, when this lady rushes in. She’s all flustered, hair a mess, and she’s like, “I’m late! I need to get to the top floor!” I’m like, “Chill, lady, it’s just an elevator.” But she’s already pressin’ the button like it owes her money.
So, we’re goin’ up, and I’m tryin’ to make small talk. “Nice day, huh?” She just glares at me. I mean, c’mon! I’m just tryna be friendly! Anyway, we hit the third floor, and BAM! The doors open, and she bolts out like a cheetah. I’m left there, like, “Wow, what a warm welcome.”
Then, it gets crazier. This dude hops in next, right? He’s got a skateboard, and he’s all, “Yo, can you take me to the ground floor?” I’m like, “Dude, you’re already on the ground floor.” He just stares at me, confused. I’m thinkin’, “Is this guy for real?” But hey, I’m not here to judge. So, I hit the button, and we go down.
As we’re cruisin’, he starts talkin’ about the skatepark over by the Parc de la Mairie. Apparently, it’s the place to be for skaters. I’m like, “Cool, man, I’ll check it out.” But then he goes on about how he’s gonna do this sick trick and impress all the girls. I’m just nodding, thinkin’, “Good luck with that, buddy.”
Next up, this old guy gets in. He’s got a baguette under his arm and a beret on his head. Classic French stereotype, right? He starts ramblin’ about the best croissants in town. “You gotta try the ones at La Boulangerie de Saint-Loubes!” he says. I’m like, “Sure, I’ll add it to my list.” But honestly, I’m just tryin’ to keep the elevator from breaking down.
Then, outta nowhere, the lights flicker. I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” The elevator stops. Just stops! I’m stuck in this metal box with a bunch of strangers. I can feel the panic rising. The old guy’s like, “What’s goin’ on?” The skateboarder’s lookin’ like he’s about to freak out. And the lady from earlier? She’s back, and she’s not happy.
I’m pressin’ buttons like a madman. “C’mon, c’mon!” Finally, after what feels like forever, the lights come back on, and we start movin’ again. Everyone’s relieved, but I’m just thinkin’, “I’m never gonna hear the end of this.”
After that, I needed a break. So, I head over to the little park by Rue de la Liberté. Grabbed a coffee from that cute little stand. You know the one? The barista’s always smilin’. I sit down, tryin’ to catch my breath, when I see this kid flyin’ a kite. It’s a beautiful sight, man. Makes you forget all the craziness.
But then, I see a dog runnin’ after the kite. The kid’s yellin’, the dog’s barkin’, and I’m just laughin’. Like, “What a day!” I mean, who needs a reality show when you got Saint-Loubes, right?
Finally, I head back to work, and it’s just as wild. More people, more stories. I’m thinkin’ I should write a book or somethin’. “Tales from the Elevator.” Sounds catchy, huh?
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. Saint-Loubes is a wild ride, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of an elevator operator, ya know?