Man, what a day! I swear, Saint-Renan just threw me a curveball. I’m a machine milking operator, right? So, I’m used to cows, not chaos. But today? Pffft, lemme tell ya. So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 5 AM, and I’m already regretting life choices. I grab my coffee from that little café on Rue de la République. You know the one? The barista, Pierre, always gives me that “you look like you need this” look. I mean, who doesn’t need coffee at that hour? Anyway, I’m chugging my coffee, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I get to the farm, and the milking machine? Yeah, it decides to throw a tantrum. Like, c’mon! I’m not a mechanic! I’m just here to milk cows, not fix machines! So, I’m wrestling with this thing, and I’m sweating like a sinner in church. Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Jean shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe it! I saw a goat on Rue de l’Église!” I’m like, “A goat? In the city?” He’s cracking up, and I’m just trying to fix this machine. Finally, I get it working. Thank the dairy gods! But then, I hear this loud crash. I run outside, and there’s a car accident right on Rue de la Liberté. Two cars, and they’re just crumpled. People are yelling, and I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I’m standing there, trying to be helpful, but honestly, I’m just a milking operator, not a first responder. I see this lady, she’s crying, and I’m like, “Hey, it’s gonna be okay.” But inside, I’m thinking, “Why can’t people just drive like normal?” After that drama, I head back to the farm. I’m exhausted. But then, I see the cows. They’re just chillin’, munching on grass. I swear, they’re the only ones having a good day. I start milking again, and it’s like therapy. Just me and the cows, no drama. But wait, there’s more! My phone buzzes. It’s my sister. She’s like, “You won’t believe who I saw at the market!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, she saw the mayor! In the market on Rue de la Gare! I’m like, “What’s he doing there?” She says he was buying cheese. I mean, who doesn’t love cheese, right? So, I finish up at the farm, and I’m ready to head home. But then, I remember I promised to meet my friends at that bar, Le Saint-Renan. I’m thinking, “I need a drink after today.” I get there, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughing, and I’m just trying to blend in. But I can’t help but spill my drink all over myself. Classic me, right? My friends are dying laughing, and I’m just like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” As the night goes on, I’m sharing my crazy day. Everyone’s got their own stories. It’s like a therapy session, but with beer. I’m laughing, I’m venting, and for a moment, I forget about the chaos. Finally, I stumble home, and I’m just thinking about how wild Saint-Renan can be. One minute, I’m milking cows, the next, I’m in the middle of a car crash. It’s a rollercoaster, man. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? But for now, I’m just glad to be home. Cheers to Saint-Renan!