Man, what a day! I swear, being a bone cutter in Val-de-Reuil is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the road on Rue de la République. Traffic was a mess. Like, come on! It’s a Tuesday, not a freakin’ parade day! I’m stuck behind this old lady in a tiny car, going 20 in a 50 zone. I’m like, “Lady, you got somewhere to be or just enjoying the view?”
Finally, I get to the clinic. It’s on Rue des Écoles, and let me tell ya, it’s a cozy little spot. But today? Nah, it was packed. I walk in, and the waiting room looks like a scene from a zombie movie. People everywhere, all looking like they just lost a fight with a blender. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.”
So, I start my day, and boom! First patient walks in. This dude’s got a leg that looks like it’s been through a meat grinder. I’m not even exaggerating. I’m like, “What happened, man? Did you try to wrestle a bear?” He just shrugs. Classic.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Pierre. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check out the new café on Rue de la Mairie.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m knee-deep in bones here!” But I can’t help it. I’m curious. I mean, who doesn’t love a good café?
After a few more patients, I finally get a break. I bolt outta there and head to the café. It’s called “Le Petit Café,” and let me tell ya, it’s adorable. I walk in, and the smell of fresh pastries hits me like a brick wall. I order a croissant and a coffee. Best decision ever! I’m sitting there, munching away, and I see this cute dog outside. I’m like, “Man, I need a dog.”
But then, my phone buzzes again. It’s my boss. “We need you back ASAP!” I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a guy enjoy a croissant in peace?” But duty calls, so I rush back.
When I get there, it’s chaos. Someone’s fainted in the waiting room! I’m like, “What is this, a horror movie?” I rush over, and it turns out it’s just some guy who skipped breakfast. I’m like, “Dude, eat something next time!”
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but I feel good. I helped people, you know? But then, as I’m leaving, I trip on the sidewalk on Rue de la République. Classic me. I’m sprawled out, and this old man walks by and goes, “You okay, young fella?” I’m like, “Yeah, just practicing my breakdancing!”
So, I head home, and I can’t help but laugh. Val-de-Reuil, man. It’s wild. One minute you’re cutting bones, the next you’re face-first in the pavement. But that’s life, right? Full of surprises, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.