The true horror stories in modern Paris Part 28
I returned to my building after midnight
but the guests were still in the restaurant. The drunks were laughing away with
Mme. Empathy. But I was
relieved to find that the chef was outside smoking so at least there would be no
more cooking. This chef was an Asian
which is considered trendy in Paris these days.
He did not know then that Mme. Empathy would later reveal her racism and
threw him out after stealing his French-Asian fusion recipe. A woman who tramps down her neighbors would
have no scruples mistreating her employees.
However, there was one group of people Mme.
Empathy would turn her charm on and that was 'elites'. She boasted of being chummy with famous food
critics. Even her brother had a
connection with someone in the authority. Can such a thing be possible in an advanced
nation like France? But how do you
explain the fact that their permit to open a restaurant was granted by one
person at the Council only a few months after the first application was turned
down by a different person?
I walked up the stairs expecting my apartment
to be quieter, but even after the cooking had finished I could still hear the
staff’s every movement, every shelf and indoor door slam shut as they were in
the same room. Mme. Empathy and Mr.
Pride had not insulated their ceiling AT ALL and yet they were granted the approval by PASU for the facilities in their restaurant. In Paris, you need two types of permit, one
from the Council and one from PASU, but our two clever pair managed to cheat both
systems.
To my dismay, their dishwasher was set in motion. Even in France the electricity rate is cheaper after midnight. Of course, Mme. Empathy would take advantage of that. Eventually the guests and the staff would leave, but I was to be left behind exposed to their electric appliances for hours.
To my dismay, their dishwasher was set in motion. Even in France the electricity rate is cheaper after midnight. Of course, Mme. Empathy would take advantage of that. Eventually the guests and the staff would leave, but I was to be left behind exposed to their electric appliances for hours.
After the sleepless night, I opened my door to
Mme. Landlord. She saw my distress but was
too honest to offer me unrealistic consolation.
In silence one old lady with one Asian woman headed for the restaurant. Power was not on our side. To be continued.
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