Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Sainte-Anne. Wow, just wow. I’m a barber, right? So, I’m used to the usual snips and chats. But today? Today was a whole different ball game.
I roll into the shop on Rue de la République, coffee in hand, ready to tackle the day. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First client walks in. This dude, I swear, he’s got hair like a lion. I’m talkin’ full-on mane. He sits down, and I’m like, “What’s up, King of the Jungle?” He laughs, but then he says he wants a buzz cut. A BUZZ CUT! I mean, c’mon, man! You could’ve been the next Tarzan! But whatever, I’m a pro. I grab my clippers and go to town.
Halfway through, the power goes out. Just like that! I’m standin’ there, clippers in hand, lookin’ like a deer in headlights. The guy’s hair is half done, and he’s lookin’ at me like I just committed a crime. I’m like, “Dude, chill! We’ll get through this!” But inside, I’m fuming. Why today? Why now?
So, I’m tryin’ to keep it light. I start crackin’ jokes about how he’s gonna start a new trend with half a buzz cut. He laughs, but I can see the panic in his eyes. Finally, the power comes back. Thank the barber gods! I finish the cut, and he leaves lookin’ fresh. Phew!
Next up, this sweet old lady comes in. She’s a regular, always wants the same short bob. I love her. We chat about the weather, the market on Rue de la Liberté, and her grandkids. She’s got stories for days. But then, she starts tellin’ me about her cat, Mr. Whiskers. Apparently, he’s gone missing. My heart sinks. I mean, who doesn’t love a good cat story? I tell her I’ll keep an eye out.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco bursts in. He’s all outta breath, lookin’ like he just ran a marathon. Turns out, he was at the boulangerie on Rue des Écoles, and they had a fresh batch of croissants. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta try one!” I’m like, “I’m workin’ here, man!” But the smell? Oh man, it’s heavenly.
So, I take a quick break, grab a croissant, and it’s like a party in my mouth. Flaky, buttery goodness. I’m munchin’ away, and I see a couple of kids outside, playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around, laughin’, havin’ a blast. I can’t help but smile. That’s what life’s about, right?
But then, I hear a loud crash. I rush outside, and some dude just knocked over a bike. I’m like, “What the heck, man?” He’s all apologetic, but I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you just ruined my vibe!”
The day goes on, and I’m feelin’ all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. It’s a rollercoaster. I finish up with a couple more clients, and by the end of the day, I’m wiped.
As I lock up the shop on Rue de la République, I take a deep breath. Sainte-Anne, you crazy little town. You’ve got my heart. I love the chaos, the people, the stories. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow.