Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Sorgues. Wow, just wow. I woke up, ready to blast some stuff, y’know? But Sorgues had other plans.
First off, I hit the road on Rue de la République. Traffic was a mess. Like, come on! It’s a Tuesday, not a parade day! I’m sittin’ there, fuming, thinkin’ about how I could be blasting away instead of stuck in this jam.
Finally, I get to the job site. It’s this old building near the Place de la Liberté. Beautiful spot, but man, the dust was insane. I mean, I’m an abrasive blaster, but this was next level. I’m talkin’ clouds of dust, like I’m in a freakin’ desert. I’m gearin’ up, and my buddy, Marc, shows up late. Classic Marc, right? He strolls in like he owns the place.
“Yo, dude! You ready to blast?” he yells. I’m like, “Ready? I’ve been ready since the crack of dawn!”
So we start blasting, and it’s all good. The sound of the blaster is music to my ears. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and lands right on my shoulder. I freaked out! Like, what the heck, bird? I’m not your perch! I swatted it away, and it pooped on my shirt. Great. Just great.
After that, I needed a break. So I hit up this little café on Rue des Écoles. Best coffee in town, no joke. I grab a café crème and sit outside, just chillin’. The sun’s shining, and I’m feelin’ good. Then, I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s nailing it. The crowd’s loving it. I’m laughing, clapping, and for a moment, I forget about the dust and the pigeon poop.
But then, back to work. We finish the job, and I’m covered in grime. I look like I just crawled outta a coal mine. I’m thinkin’ about how I need a shower, like, yesterday.
On my way home, I take a detour through Parc de la Sorgue. It’s beautiful there, man. The river’s flowing, and the trees are all green. I sit on a bench, just takin’ it all in. But then, I see this kid throwin’ bread to the ducks. And I’m like, “Why do ducks always get the bread?” I mean, I could use a snack too!
Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Just my luck, right? I’m sprinting back to my car, dodging puddles like I’m in some kinda obstacle course. I get to my car, soaked, and I just laugh. Like, what else could go wrong?
Finally, I get home, and I’m beat. I crash on the couch, still smellin’ like dust and pigeon. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade this day for anything. Sorgues, with all its quirks, keeps me on my toes.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. Just another day in Sorgues, I guess!