Man, what a day! I swear, being a bodyguard in Villeneuve-le-Roi is like being in a freakin' action movie, but without the cool stunts. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m cruising down Rue de la République, just minding my own biz, when I get a call. My client, some big-shot CEO, is in town for a meeting. He’s staying at this swanky hotel near the Parc de la Mairie. I’m thinking, “Easy peasy.” But nah, life had other plans.
I pull up, and the place is crawling with paparazzi. Like, seriously? It’s Villeneuve-le-Roi, not Cannes! I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m fuming. I mean, who do these people think they are? I’m here to protect, not to play dodgeball with cameras.
So, I get my client outta the car, and boom! A fan rushes in. I’m like, “Whoa, buddy! Back off!” But the dude’s all hyped, yelling, “I love your work!” I’m thinking, “Yeah, well, I love my job too, but you’re not helping!”
Finally, we get inside, and I’m just about to breathe. But then, the fire alarm goes off. Great. Just great. I’m thinking, “Is this a drill? Or are we about to roast?” Everyone’s panicking, and I’m trying to keep my client calm. “Just follow me, sir. We’ll be fine.”
We rush out to the street, and it’s chaos. People are running everywhere. I spot Rue de la Liberté, and I’m like, “Let’s head that way.” But no, my client wants to take selfies with fans. I’m losing it. “Dude, we’re in a fire drill! Focus!”
After what feels like an eternity, the fire department shows up. Turns out, it was just a false alarm. Phew! But now I’m sweating bullets. I’m thinking, “This is why I can’t have nice things.”
We finally get back inside, and I’m ready for some peace. But then, my phone buzzes. Another call. This time, it’s my buddy from the local police. He’s like, “Yo, we got a situation at the market on Rue de la Gare.” I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a guy catch a break?”
So, I head over there, and it’s a whole scene. Some guy’s causing a ruckus, yelling about something. I’m thinking, “What now?” I get there, and it’s just some dude who lost his wallet. But he’s acting like it’s the end of the world. I’m trying to calm him down, but he’s not having it.
“Dude, it’s just a wallet! You’ll be fine!” But he’s all, “You don’t understand!” I’m like, “Yeah, I do. I’m a bodyguard, remember?”
After a while, we finally sort it out. Wallet found, dude’s happy, and I’m just relieved. I’m thinking, “Okay, maybe I can finally grab a bite.”
But nope! I head to this little café on Rue de la République, and guess what? It’s packed. I’m starving, and the line is like a mile long. I’m about to lose it. I just want a croissant and some coffee, is that too much to ask?
Finally, I get my food, and I sit down. I’m about to take a bite when my phone buzzes again. It’s my client. “Hey, can we meet up again?” I’m like, “Seriously? Right now?” But I can’t say no.
So, I rush over to the meeting spot, and it’s just a small park near the river. I’m thinking, “At least it’s pretty here.” But then, I see a bunch of kids playing soccer, and I’m like, “Man, I miss those days.”
I finally get my client sorted, and as the sun sets over Villeneuve-le-Roi, I take a moment to breathe. It’s been a wild ride. I’m exhausted, but there’s something about this place. The streets, the people, the chaos—it’s all part of the charm.
As I head home, I can’t help but smile. Yeah, it was a crazy day, but that’s just another Tuesday in Villeneuve-le-Roi. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!