Man, what a day! I swear, Thiais is a wild ride. I’m a furrier, right? So, I’m all about those furs, but today? Pffft, it was like a soap opera mixed with a circus.
First off, I roll into work on Rue de la République, and it’s like, what’s up with the weather? One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. Typical Thiais, I guess. I’m dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I get to my shop, and my buddy Jean is already there, looking like he’s seen a ghost. Turns out, he spilled coffee all over a mink coat. Like, dude, how do you even manage that?
I’m trying to calm him down, but then I get a call from a client. She’s freaking out about a delivery. “Where’s my fox fur?” she yells. I’m like, “Chill, lady! It’s on its way!” But she’s not having it. I mean, who knew a fox fur could cause so much drama?
So, I head over to the market on Rue de la Liberté to grab some supplies. I’m walking past the bakery, and oh man, the smell of fresh baguettes hits me. I can’t resist. I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this guy, right? He’s trying to sell me some weird fur that looks like it came from a raccoon’s bad hair day. I’m like, “Nah, bro, I’m good.”
Then, I bump into this old lady on Rue de la Gare. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like it’s wearing a fur coat. I can’t help but laugh. “Nice fur, lady!” I say. She gives me the dirtiest look. Like, c’mon, it’s a compliment!
After that, I head back to the shop, and guess what? The mink coat is ruined. Jean’s face is like a sad puppy. I’m trying to cheer him up, but he’s all mopey. “It’s just a coat, man!” I say. But he’s like, “It’s not just a coat, it’s a lifestyle!” I roll my eyes.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s the client again. “I’m outside!” she says. I’m like, “What? You’re in Thiais? I thought you were in Paris!” Turns out, she took the wrong train. Classic. So, I rush outside, and there she is, looking like she’s ready to throw down.
I hand her the fur, and she’s all smiles. “Oh my god, it’s beautiful!” she says. I’m thinking, “See? It’s not the end of the world!” But then she pulls out her wallet, and I’m like, “Wait, you’re not paying me in Monopoly money, are you?”
Finally, I wrap up the day, and I’m walking home down Avenue de la République. The sun’s setting, and Thiais looks kinda magical. I see families out, kids playing, and I’m like, “This is what it’s all about.”
But then, I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Classic me, right? I laugh it off, thinking, “Only in Thiais!” I get home, kick off my shoes, and just crash. What a day, man. What a day.