A bad day

A bad day

The story I am going to tell you happened six months ago. I had to go to Lyon for the weekend to celebrate Joaquim’s birthday, one of my best friends. The day of departure was the worst day of my life…

First of all, when I was still in Clermont-Ferrand, the day seemed to be quite normal. I worked in the morning and ate with my grandmother, then I went to the station to take my bus to Lyon. The bus was two hours late but that’s not why this is the worst day of my life. Even if the bus was really late, I needed to stay in the station in Lyon because in reality Joaquim’s birthday took place in a village near Vienna which is 30 minutes by train away. Therefore I had planned to work but another Joaquim’s friend called me in order to meet us. I joined her in a bar next to Perrache station.

When I met her, she was already with her friends and they were eating. I didn’t understand why because it was 4pm… However, I took a cookie and a coke even though I wasn’t really hungry. During this moment, I didn’t feel well. I didn’t know if it was because of the cookie or something else but I went to the restroom and… I prefer to skip the details… When I returned with them after almost 20minutes, they had finished eating. With Angelina, we had to go to Pardieu station in order  to buy a gift for Joaquim and to take the train. However, when I was saying good bye to Angelina’s friends, I fell because of some water on the floor and I broke the dishes on the table (two plates and one glass). I already was ashamed but the bartender who was really pissed off forced me to clean and pay 20euros… I assure you that I will never come back to this restaurant!

After, we went to the Pardieu station by tram but it didn’t work all the way, we ended up walking, that was hard because of our suitcases. Finally when we arrived at this station we decided to buy a gift to Joaquim in the first shop that we saw. We didn’t find anything in this shop, it was too expensive but we didn’t have time to look for another one. So we decided to take a gift card but at the time of paying I forgot the code of my credit card ... I don’t know what happened in my brain ... The more I thought the less I remembered it. Also, I didn’t have enough money because of the restaurant. We couldn’t buy the gift. But it was not the biggest problem, we were late. We ran as fast as we could but the train left without us...

Finally, we took the next train without dignity and without gift. When we arrived at Joaquim's house, it was exactly midnight and we sang Happy Birthday. To conclude, although it was the worst day of my life, I didn’t regret this day because it was the beginning of an amazing friendship!

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