Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Saint-Priest. Woke up, sun blazin’, ready to hit the fields. But nah, today was a whole circus.
First off, I’m rollin’ down Rue de la République, right? Thinkin’ it’s just another day. But then, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, what’s the deal? A bunch of folks just chillin’ in the middle of the road. I’m sittin’ there, tractor idlin’, and I’m like, “C’mon, people! I got places to be!”
Finally, I get past that mess. Headin’ towards the Parc de la Mairie. Beautiful spot, right? But guess what? Some kids are playin’ soccer, and one of ‘em kicks the ball right at my tractor! I’m like, “Dude, you tryin’ to take me out?” I honked, and they just laughed. Kids these days, man. No respect for heavy machinery!
So I’m tryin’ to shake it off, right? I pull into this little café on Rue des Frères Lumière. Grab a coffee, thinkin’ I’ll chill for a sec. But the barista? She’s got a serious attitude. I order a croissant, and she’s like, “We don’t have any.” I’m like, “What? This is France! You gotta have croissants!” She just rolls her eyes. I mean, c’mon!
After that, I’m back on the road, and I’m feelin’ a bit better. But then, I hit Rue de la Paix. And guess what? A parade! Yeah, a freakin’ parade! I’m stuck behind a float, and it’s blarin’ music. I can’t even hear myself think! I’m tryin’ to get around, but there’s people everywhere, takin’ selfies with the float. I’m like, “Hey, I’m a tractor driver, not a tour guide!”
But then, something cool happens. I see this old dude, probably in his 80s, dancin’ like nobody’s watchin’. He’s got moves! I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost forget I’m stuck. I mean, this guy’s livin’ his best life, and here I am, stressin’ over a parade.
Finally, the parade clears, and I’m back to business. I head over to the industrial zone near Rue de l’Industrie. You know, where all the factories are? I’m thinkin’ I’ll just finish my day, but nope! My tractor starts actin’ up. Like, really? Right now? I’m cussin’ under my breath, tryin’ to figure out what’s wrong.
Then, outta nowhere, this mechanic shows up. He’s like, “Need a hand?” I’m like, “Yeah, no kidding!” Turns out, he’s a local legend. Fixes my tractor in no time. I’m so relieved, I offer him a coffee. He laughs and says, “Nah, I’m good. Just happy to help.”
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but kinda happy. I drive back through Saint-Priest, and it’s all lit up. The streets are alive, people are out, and I’m just cruisin’. I think about how wild today was. From traffic jams to parades to broken tractors.
I pull into my driveway, and I’m like, “What a day!” I flop on the couch, and all I can think is, “Saint-Priest, you crazy!” But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a tractor driver, right?