Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bartender in Seclin is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at Le Café de la Gare, right? It’s on Rue de la République, and lemme tell ya, that street is always buzzing. I’m just tryin’ to prep for the night, but the vibe is already off.
First off, I spill a whole bottle of grenadine. Like, seriously? Who even does that? It’s stickin’ to my shoes, and I’m like, great, now I’m a walking candy store. But whatever, I clean it up, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be fine.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
So, it’s around 5 PM, and the sun’s settin’ over the Place de la République. Beautiful sight, right? But then, boom! This group of rowdy teens bursts in. They’re loud, obnoxious, and one of ‘em orders a cocktail with, like, ten ingredients. I’m like, dude, this ain’t a chemistry lab! Just gimme a beer and chill!
But nah, they’re all about the Instagram pics. I swear, they spent more time posing than drinkin’. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m fuming. Like, can we just enjoy a drink without the whole photoshoot?
Then, outta nowhere, an old man walks in. He’s got this wild white beard, lookin’ like he just stepped outta a fairy tale. He orders a pastis, and I’m like, finally, someone with taste! We start chattin’, and he tells me about the good ol’ days in Seclin. He mentions Rue de l’Église and how it used to be the heart of the town. I’m all ears, man.
But then, the teens start messin’ with him. They’re laughin’, makin’ jokes, and I’m ready to throw ‘em out. Like, respect your elders, ya know? I step in, and I’m like, “Hey, how ‘bout you guys take your nonsense outside?” They look at me like I’m the villain. Whatever, I’m just doin’ my job.
After that drama, things calm down a bit. I’m pourin’ drinks, and the vibe shifts. A couple walks in, all lovey-dovey. They sit at the bar, and I can’t help but smile. Love in the air, right? They order a bottle of wine from the Loire Valley, and I’m like, “Now we’re talkin’!”
But then, the power goes out. Just like that. Pitch black. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m a bartender in a horror movie.” I hear the couple giggling, and I’m like, “You guys better not be makin’ out in the dark!”
Finally, the lights flicker back on, and I see the old man again. He’s still there, and he’s got this twinkle in his eye. He raises his glass, and I can’t help but join him. “To Seclin!” I shout. Everyone cheers, and for a moment, it feels like we’re all one big family.
But then, the teens come back in, and they’re even louder. I’m like, “Seriously? Didn’t you get the memo?” They start ordering shots, and I’m just rollin’ my eyes. I mean, c’mon, it’s a Tuesday!
As the night goes on, I’m exhausted. I’ve poured a million drinks, dealt with a million attitudes, and I’m ready to crash. But then, the couple comes up to me. They hand me a tip that’s way too generous. “Thanks for the great night!” they say. And I’m like, “You guys are the real MVPs.”
Finally, I close up shop, and I’m walkin’ home through the streets of Seclin. The moon’s out, and it’s quiet. I pass by the old church on Rue de l’Église, and I can’t help but think about how this town has its quirks. It’s messy, it’s loud, but it’s home.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of chaos, laughter, and a bit of love. Just another night in Seclin, I guess. Can’t wait to do it all over again tomorrow!