Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Varennes-Vauzelles really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up, sun shining, birds chirping, thought it was gonna be chill. Ha! Not even close.
First off, I’m a carpenter, right? So I’m all about wood, nails, and makin’ stuff. I head down Rue de la République, thinkin’ I’ll grab a coffee at that little café, Le Petit Coin. You know, the one with the best croissants? Yeah, that one. But guess what? Closed! Like, seriously? It’s a weekday! I’m already fumin’ a bit.
So I’m like, whatever, I’ll just hit up the boulangerie on Rue de la Liberté. I get there, and the line is out the door! I mean, c’mon people, it’s just bread! But I wait. I’m patient, right? Finally get my pain au chocolat, and it’s warm and gooey. Sweet victory! But then, I spill coffee all over my shirt. Great. Just great.
Now I’m walkin’ down Rue des Écoles, tryin’ to clean up. I’m lookin’ like a mess. But hey, I’m a carpenter, I can handle a little chaos. I get to my workshop, and it’s a disaster zone. Tools everywhere, wood shavings like confetti. I’m like, “What the heck happened here?” Turns out, my buddy Marc was “borrowing” my stuff again. Ugh!
So I start workin’ on this custom table for some fancy restaurant on Avenue de la République. They want it rustic but modern. I’m like, “What does that even mean?” I’m hammerin’ away, and then—bam! I hit my thumb. Ouch! I’m cursing like a sailor.
But then, outta nowhere, I get a call. It’s the restaurant owner. He’s like, “Hey, can you deliver it tomorrow?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a magician!” But I say yes, because, ya know, bills.
After that, I decide to take a break. I stroll over to Parc de la République. It’s beautiful there, man. Kids playin’, couples walkin’, and I’m just sittin’ on a bench, tryin’ to chill. But then, I see this dog. A big ol’ golden retriever, just runnin’ around. And I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.”
Then, I spot my old pal Jean. He’s joggin’ by, lookin’ all fit and stuff. I shout, “Hey, Jean! You runnin’ from somethin’?” He laughs, and we start talkin’. Turns out, he’s got a new job at the local brewery. I’m like, “Dude, hook me up with some free beer!”
After that, I head back to the workshop. I’m in the zone, makin’ that table. I’m cuttin’, sanding, and it’s lookin’ good. But then, I realize I’m outta wood. Seriously? So I dash over to the lumber yard on Rue de la Gare.
I get there, and it’s packed! Everyone’s grabbin’ wood like it’s the last slice of pizza. I’m pushin’ through, and finally, I get what I need. But then, I see this guy, right? He’s tryin’ to load a huge plank onto his bike. I’m like, “Dude, that’s not gonna work!” And of course, it falls. Wood everywhere! I can’t help but laugh.
Finally, I get back to the workshop, and I’m exhausted. But I finish the table, and it’s a beauty. I’m proud, man. I clean up, and as I’m leavin’, I bump into my neighbor, Madame Dupont. She’s always got some gossip. She tells me about the new bakery opening on Rue de la Liberté. I’m like, “Great, another place to get fat!”
So, I head home, tired but happy. Varennes-Vauzelles, you crazy little town, you’ve given me a day full of ups and downs. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a good croissant. Or a beer. Or both!