Saturday, 23 September 2017
The true horror stories in modern Paris Part 40, the bullied takes on Goliath
It started out as another lovely afternoon for Mme. Empathy who had thoroughly enjoyed last night’s party. It was also fun giving a brush off to her former Asian chef who came to complain that his recipe was still featuring in the menu of her restaurant without a due credit to him. She could not take it off because it was the dish that earned a good review from a food critic whom she had charmed. What could the chef do? He was too poor to sue.
She went into the restaurant to give a job interview to a girl. She had fired the young waiter when a raise was due. They are replaceable to Mme. Empathy. The trial waiter/waitress are the best kind because they try hard to impress…and don’t forget the cheap pay. Did she feel remorse? Of course not. Who did he think he was to criticize her when he had willingly participated in her scheme? He flirted with the women tenants of the building so that they would not complain of the music or the kitchen noise to their landlords for two months. The landlords could cause her serious problems before the restaurant’s permit was solidified. He shared a good laugh with Mme. Empathy over a dumbfounded look on one of the besotted woman after he told her that he was in a serious relationship with another girl. This is why Mme. Empathy loved having young folks around. They think it is so cool to be on top of the others by foul means…only they never imagine of themselves being on the receiving end. Trust me, they will eventually.
No sympathy was due for that duped woman either. She first came to complain the noise but the waiter flirted with her. How stupid could she be to actually fall for that? Did she think she was that attractive? She obviously did for she kept coming to the restaurant every evening looking expectantly. Mme. Empathy was tired of serving free drinks to this stalking woman tenant. Again, this woman tenant had no rights to reproach anyone when she had betrayed the solidarity of victims of the restaurant. Mme. Empathy had a contemptuous smile on her when the phone rang. It was her brother, the legal owner of the restaurant while Mr. Pride was the landlord. The news was incredulous. A lawsuit had been filed against the restaurant 2 days before the 2 months expiry date. ‘I thought you had everything under control!’ The brother raised his voice. ‘Damn!’ uttered Mme. Empathy. It was so right firing that useless waiter who had failed to seduce that imp Japanese woman!
To be continued.