Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a machine milking operator ain’t just about cows and machines. Nah, it’s a whole vibe, especially in Veauche. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the grind. I grab my coffee, which, let’s be real, is more like rocket fuel at this point.
I hop on my bike, zoomin’ down Rue de la République. The streets are quiet, but I can feel the energy. Veauche is a small town, but it’s got its charm. You got the old buildings, the little cafés, and the smell of fresh bread from the boulangerie. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be rich.
Anyway, I get to the farm, and it’s chaos. The milking machine’s acting up. Like, come on! I’m not a mechanic! I’m just here to milk some cows, not fix a spaceship. I’m sweating bullets, and the cows are lookin’ at me like, “Dude, what’s your problem?” I’m like, “I dunno, Bessie! Maybe it’s the machine!”
After a solid hour of wrestling with that thing, I finally get it to work. I’m feelin’ like a hero, right? But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Pierre. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check out the market on Place de la Mairie!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m knee-deep in cow juice!” But he’s persistent, so I’m like, “Fine, I’ll swing by after work.”
Fast forward to the end of my shift. I’m covered in... well, you know. I hop back on my bike, and the wind feels good. I’m cruisin’ down Avenue de la Libération, and I can’t help but smile. The market’s poppin’! There’s music, people laughin’, and the smell of food everywhere. I’m like a kid in a candy store.
I grab a crepe from this little stand. It’s got Nutella, bananas, the whole shebang. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven exploded in my mouth. I’m standin’ there, just savoring it, when I see this old lady struggling with her bags. I rush over, ‘cause that’s what you do, right? I help her out, and she’s all smiles. She’s like, “Merci, jeune homme!” I’m feelin’ like a champ.
But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some dude just knocked over a whole stand of fruits! Apples everywhere! I’m like, “Dude, what’s wrong with you?” He’s just standin’ there, lookin’ lost. I can’t help but laugh. It’s like a scene from a movie.
As I’m walkin’ away, I bump into my old high school crush, Claire. She’s lookin’ fine, and I’m like, “Wow, time’s been good to you!” We chat for a bit, and I’m tryin’ to play it cool, but inside, I’m a mess. I’m thinkin’, “Don’t mess this up, man!” But then, she mentions she’s moving to Lyon. My heart sinks. Classic, right?
After that, I’m feelin’ all sorts of emotions. Happy, sad, confused. I decide to head home, but I take the long way through Rue des Écoles. The sun’s setting, and the sky’s all pink and orange. It’s beautiful, and I’m just there, on my bike, thinkin’ about life.
I finally get home, and I’m exhausted. I plop down on the couch, and all I can think about is how crazy today was. From milking cows to market madness, it’s wild how one day can be so full of surprises. I’m just a machine milking operator, but man, Veauche sure knows how to keep things interesting.
So, here I am, ready to crash. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen next? But for now, I’m just gonna dream about crepes and maybe, just maybe, running into Claire again.