Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a barber in Vittel is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at my little shop on Rue de la République, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First client walks in. This dude, I swear, he’s got hair like a lion. I’m talkin’ full-on mane. He plops down in my chair, and I’m like, “What’s up, King of the Jungle?” He laughs, but then he says he wants a trim. A TRIM? Bro, you need a whole shearing! But hey, I’m a pro, so I get to work. Halfway through, he starts talkin’ about the Vittel water. You know, the fancy stuff? He’s all like, “It’s the best in the world!” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, it’s just water.” But whatever, I nod and keep snippin’.
Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” The lights flicker, and I’m left with a half-cut lion in my chair. I grab my phone, and it’s dead too! Great. Just great. So, I’m stuck in the dark, and this guy’s lookin’ at me like I’m about to give him a buzz cut with a pair of scissors. I’m sweating bullets, man.
Finally, the lights come back on, and I finish the cut. He looks in the mirror and goes, “Wow, I look like a new man!” I’m like, “Yeah, bro, you’re ready to take on the world!” He tips me a tenner, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, the next guy walks in.
This dude is a regular. Always comes in for his “signature look.” But today, he’s got a wild look in his eyes. He starts ranting about the prices at the Vittel market. “Can you believe they want 5 euros for a baguette?” I’m like, “Man, it’s Vittel! Everything’s overpriced!” But he’s on a roll, and I’m just tryin’ to cut his hair without losing my mind.
Then, I get a call from my buddy, Pierre. He’s at the Parc de Vittel, and he’s like, “Dude, you gotta come see this!” I’m thinkin’, “I can’t just leave my shop!” But curiosity gets the best of me. I tell my client, “Hold tight, I’ll be right back.” I dash out, and let me tell ya, the park is packed!
There’s a street performer doing some crazy juggling act. I’m talkin’ knives, fire, the whole shebang. People are cheering, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. I snap a quick pic for the ‘gram. Gotta show the world what Vittel’s about, right?
But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just knocked over a whole table of pastries! Croissants everywhere! I’m like, “Dude, what’s wrong with you?” He just shrugs and walks away. I’m fuming. Like, how do you mess that up?
I head back to the shop, and my next client is a kid. He’s nervous, fidgeting in the chair. I’m like, “Chill, buddy! It’s just a haircut.” But he’s got that look, you know? The “I don’t wanna be here” look. I start snippin’, and he suddenly goes, “Do you think I’ll look cool?” I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna look like a rockstar!” He lights up, and I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I clean up my shop on Rue de la République, and I can’t help but laugh at the chaos. Vittel’s a wild place, man. You never know what’s gonna happen. But that’s what makes it fun, right?
As I lock up, I take a deep breath. The air smells like fresh pastries and the sweet scent of Vittel water. I think to myself, “Tomorrow’s another day.” And I can’t wait to see what it brings.