Man, what a day! I swear, being an insurance investigator in Sezanne is like being in a movie—one of those wild ones where you just can’t catch a break. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First stop, I hit up Rue de la République. It’s this cute little street, all cobblestones and cafes. I grab a coffee at this spot called Café de la Paix. Best croissants ever, by the way. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. A claim comes in. Some dude says his car got smashed up near Place de la Mairie. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”
So I rush over there, right? And I’m thinking, “This better not be some lame prank.” But nope, it’s legit. The guy’s car is a wreck. I mean, it looks like it got hit by a tank or something. Turns out, he parked it on the street, and some delivery truck backed right into it. Classic Sezanne, right? Always some drama on the streets.
I’m talking to the guy, and he’s all worked up. I get it, I really do. But then he starts blaming the whole town! “Sezanne’s cursed!” he yells. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just a truck.” But he’s not having it. I mean, come on, it’s a small town. We’ve got the beautiful Église Saint-Étienne, and you’re calling it cursed?
After that, I head over to Rue des Écoles. I’m thinking, “Maybe I can clear my head.” But nope! I see this old lady, Mrs. Dupont, struggling with her groceries. I can’t just walk by, right? So I help her out. She’s super sweet, starts telling me about the history of Sezanne. Did you know it was a big deal during the Hundred Years’ War? Crazy! But then she starts talking about her cat, and I’m like, “Okay, lady, I gotta go.”
Finally, I get a break. I swing by the Parc de la Mairie. It’s gorgeous, man. Flowers everywhere, kids playing. I sit on a bench, take a deep breath, and think, “Maybe this day ain’t so bad.” But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon poops on my shoulder. Seriously! I’m like, “What did I do to deserve this?”
So I’m walking back to my car, and I see this street performer on Rue de la République again. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m thinking, “This guy’s either brave or crazy.” But then, he drops one! Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, laughing. Like, “Only in Sezanne, right?”
By the time I get back to my office, I’m exhausted. I sit down, and my boss walks in. He’s all, “How was your day?” I just look at him and say, “You wouldn’t believe it if I told you.”
So yeah, that was my day in Sezanne. Full of surprises, a bit of chaos, and a whole lotta laughs. I love this town, even when it drives me nuts. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!