Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bodyguard in Wissembourg is like a rollercoaster ride. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m cruisin’ down Rue de la République, and I’m already late. Like, seriously late. My client, some big-shot politician, is all about punctuality. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Wissembourg, not Paris!” But whatever, I’m hustlin’. I hit the bakery on the corner of Rue du Général de Gaulle. Gotta grab a croissant, ya know? Can’t protect anyone on an empty stomach.
So, I’m munchin’ on this buttery goodness, and boom! I see a crowd gatherin’ near the Place de la République. I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, some street performer is doin’ backflips and stuff. I mean, he’s good, but c’mon, I got a job to do! I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Get a grip, man!”
Finally, I get to the meeting spot. My client’s already there, lookin’ all stressed. I’m like, “Chill, bro. We got this.” But then, outta nowhere, this guy starts shoutin’ at him. I’m talkin’ full-on rage mode. I step in, ready to throw down, but it’s just some local dude mad about a parking ticket. I’m like, “Dude, take it easy! It’s just a ticket!” But he’s not havin’ it.
After that drama, we head to the old town. Wissembourg is beautiful, man. The half-timbered houses on Rue des Écoles are straight outta a fairy tale. I’m tryin’ to appreciate the view, but my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, askin’ if I wanna grab a beer later. I’m like, “Sure, if I survive this day!”
Next, we hit up a café on Rue de la 1ère Armée. I’m sippin’ espresso, and my client’s talkin’ politics. I’m noddin’, but my mind’s wanderin’. I’m thinkin’ about that street performer again. Like, how does he do those flips? I can barely do a somersault without lookin’ like a beached whale.
Then, outta nowhere, a car screeches to a halt. I’m on high alert. My instincts kick in. I’m ready to tackle anyone who looks suspicious. But it’s just some tourists takin’ selfies. I’m like, “Really? You scared me for a selfie?”
After the café, we stroll down to the canal. The water’s glistening, and I’m feelin’ a bit relaxed. But then, I spot a group of kids throwin’ rocks. I’m thinkin’, “Please don’t hit anyone.” And guess what? One kid nails a pigeon. I’m like, “Dude, that’s animal cruelty!” But the kid just laughs. I’m torn between bein’ mad and findin’ it hilarious.
As the day goes on, we hit a few more spots. The church on Rue de l’Église is stunning. I’m tryin’ to soak it all in, but my phone buzzes again. It’s my buddy, again. He’s like, “Where you at?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a bodyguard gig!”
Finally, we wrap up the day. My client’s safe, and I’m exhausted. I head to that bar on Rue de la Gare. I need a drink. I order a beer, and my buddy shows up. I’m like, “You won’t believe the day I had!”
We laugh, I vent, and I realize, despite the chaos, Wissembourg is kinda magical. The streets, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a bodyguard, right?