Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Savigny-le-Temple, right? It’s a chill little town, but today? Today was anything but chill.
First off, I’m running late for my first appointment. I mean, who doesn’t love a good morning rush? I sprint down Rue de la République, dodging pigeons like I’m in some weird video game. I swear, those birds have it out for me.
I finally get to my office, and guess what? My client is late too! Ugh! I’m sitting there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could’ve slept in. But then, she walks in, all flustered. Turns out, she got stuck in traffic on Avenue de la Liberté. I mean, come on! It’s not like we’re in Paris or something.
So, we dive into her issues. She’s talking about her job, her boyfriend, and I’m like, “Girl, you need to chill.” But then, she starts crying. And I’m like, “Oh no, not the tears!” I’m trying to be all professional, but inside, I’m like, “Why can’t we just talk about puppies or something?”
After that, I needed a break. I head over to the Parc de la Mairie. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees, flowers, the whole shebang. I sit on a bench, trying to breathe. But then, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball, and BOOM! The ball hits me right in the leg. I’m like, “Really, kid?!” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, man.
Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Rue de la Fontaine. I order a cappuccino, and the barista is super friendly. We start chatting, and I’m like, “Wow, this is nice.” But then, I spill half of it on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking coffee stain.
Feeling a bit defeated, I stroll down to the Église Saint-Étienne. It’s beautiful, right? But I’m not in the mood for beauty. I’m just trying to find some peace. I sit on the steps, and this old man starts talking to me about the history of the church. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a psychologist, not a historian!” But he’s so passionate, I can’t help but listen.
After that, I’m feeling a bit better. I decide to take a walk along the banks of the Grand Morin. The water is nice, and I see some ducks. Ducks! They’re just floating around, living their best lives. I’m like, “Why can’t I be a duck?”
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my next client, canceling last minute. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I could’ve had a whole afternoon of duck-watching! Instead, I’m stuck in this town, feeling all the feels.
So, I head back home, and I’m thinking about how crazy today was. I mean, Savigny-le-Temple is usually so chill. But today? It was like a rollercoaster. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but laugh. Life is wild, man.
And that’s my day. Full of ups and downs, coffee spills, and unexpected chats. Just another day in Savigny-le-Temple, I guess!