Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a butcher in Wittelsheim is like a rollercoaster ride. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about the fresh cuts I gotta prep. I live on Rue de la Liberté, which is kinda poetic, ya know? Freedom to slice meat however I want!
I get to the shop, and it’s a madhouse. The market’s buzzin’ like crazy. I mean, who knew people in Wittelsheim were so obsessed with their sausages? I’m talkin’ about the best boudin blanc you can find, and I’m the guy makin’ it! But then, bam! My delivery of pork gets delayed. Like, seriously? I’m standin’ there, lookin’ at my empty fridge, and I’m fumin’.
So, I decide to take a stroll down Rue du Général de Gaulle. It’s a nice street, ya know? Trees, little cafés, people chattin’. I’m tryin’ to chill, but I can’t stop thinkin’ about that pork. I pass by the bakery, and the smell of fresh baguettes hits me. I’m like, “Dude, I need carbs!” Grabbed a pain au chocolat, and it was heavenly.
Then, I bump into old Madame Dupont. She’s like, “You still cuttin’ meat, young man?” I’m like, “Yeah, Madame, but I’m also tryin’ to keep my sanity!” She laughs, and it’s nice. But then she starts talkin’ about her cat, and I’m like, “Okay, cool, but I gotta get back.”
Back at the shop, the delivery finally shows up. I’m so relieved! But then, I see the guy who delivered it. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “What’s so funny?” Turns out, he dropped half the order! I’m ready to lose it. I mean, c’mon! I can’t run a butcher shop with half the meat!
So, I’m there, tryin’ to keep my cool. I start cuttin’ what I got, and then, boom! A customer walks in. It’s Pierre, the local chef. He’s like, “Got any specials today?” I’m like, “Yeah, how about my patience?” But I smile, and we chat. He’s always got some wild ideas for dishes.
Then, outta nowhere, a kid runs in. He’s like, “Mister, can I have a sausage?” I’m like, “Sure, kid, but only if you promise to eat your veggies!” He laughs, and I hand him a small sausage. His face lights up like it’s Christmas. That made my day, honestly.
Later, I’m cleanin’ up, and I hear a commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a parade! Like, what? In Wittelsheim? Turns out, it’s some local festival. People are dancin’, music’s blastin’, and I’m just standin’ there, covered in meat juice, thinkin’, “I should’ve joined in!”
But then, I see my buddy, Jean, in the crowd. He’s got a beer in hand, and he’s shoutin’ for me to come out. I’m like, “Dude, I can’t just leave the shop!” But the vibe is infectious. So, I lock up and join the madness.
We’re dancin’ in the street, and I’m laughin’ so hard. Wittelsheim is alive! I forget all about the pork disaster. The energy is wild, and I’m just a butcher livin’ it up.
As the sun sets, I head back home, still buzzin’ from the day. I think about how crazy life is. One minute, I’m stressin’ over meat, and the next, I’m dancin’ in the streets of my little town. Wittelsheim, you’ve got my heart.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but that’s life, right? Just gotta roll with it, slice it up, and enjoy the ride!