Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Trelaze. Wow, just wow. I’m a cashier, right? So, I’m used to the usual grind. But today? Pffft, it was a whole rollercoaster.
First off, I roll into work at this little shop on Rue de la République. It’s a chill spot, but today? Nah, not chill at all. I’m just setting up, and boom! The power goes out. Like, seriously? It’s 8 AM, and I’m already sweating bullets. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great. How am I gonna scan stuff?”
Then, this lady comes in. She’s all frantic, like she’s just seen a ghost or something. Turns out, she lost her dog. A little fluffy thing named Biscuit. I mean, who names their dog Biscuit? Anyway, she’s crying, and I’m like, “Lady, I’m just a cashier, not a dog detective!” But I feel for her, ya know? So, I tell her to check the park down by Rue de l’Anjou. It’s a nice spot, lotsa trees.
While she’s off searching for Biscuit, the lights flicker back on. Thank the heavens! I’m back in business. But then, this dude walks in. He’s got a cart full of stuff. I mean, like, a mountain of groceries. I’m talkin’ 10 bags of chips, 5 bottles of soda, and a whole rotisserie chicken. I’m like, “Bro, are you feeding an army?”
He just laughs and says, “Nah, just me and my buddies.” I roll my eyes. Sure, buddy. Whatever helps you sleep at night. So, I start ringing him up, and guess what? The register jams. Of course it does. I’m there, pushing buttons like I’m trying to launch a rocket.
Finally, I get it working, and he’s like, “You should get a raise for this.” I’m like, “Yeah, right. I’ll be waiting for that.”
Then, outta nowhere, the lady comes back. She’s got Biscuit! I swear, that dog was like a little ball of fluff. She’s all smiles now, and I’m feelin’ good. Like, maybe today won’t be so bad after all.
But nah, the universe had other plans. This guy storms in, yelling about a coupon. A freakin’ coupon! He’s waving it around like it’s a golden ticket. “This is supposed to be 50% off!” he screams. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s expired.”
He’s not having it. He’s going off about how he’s been a loyal customer for years. I’m just standing there, thinking, “Loyalty doesn’t pay the bills, man.”
Finally, I manage to calm him down. I give him a discount, just to get him outta my face. He leaves, grumbling, but whatever.
By now, it’s lunchtime. I’m starving. I head out to grab a bite at this little café on Rue de la Loire. Best croissants ever! I sit down, and just as I’m about to take a bite, it starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, like, “Really? This is how my day’s gonna go?”
I dash back to work, dripping wet. My coworkers are cracking up. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.”
The rest of the day is a blur. More customers, more chaos. I swear, I’ve seen it all. But then, this sweet old lady comes in. She’s got this huge smile and a basket full of fresh veggies from the market. She’s chatting about the best spots in Trelaze, like the Parc de la Mairie and the cool little shops on Rue de la République.
I’m just standing there, listening, and it hits me. Trelaze is kinda awesome. It’s got its quirks, its craziness, but it’s home.
Finally, I clock out. I’m exhausted but happy. I walk home, thinking about all the wild stuff that happened. Trelaze, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me.
And that’s my day. Just another day in the life of a cashier in Trelaze. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!