Every cheating trick-The true horror stories in modern Paris Part 16
My full profile, if it was ever disclosed, would reveal all sorts of minority groups starting with my gender and race. Throughout my life, I have been harassed on many levels, but I lacked the stomach and power to carry out revenge. This was a blessing in disguise because retribution eventually manifested itself which inspired me to share on this blog. I quote many others before me that ‘True horror is hidden within man’.
EPISODE 16
Mme. HARMONY was on the phone. ‘Mais, Non!’ She repeated in utter exasperation. Mr. PRIDE had called her to demand relocation of his extractor from the next building’s wall to our wall, just in case, the next-door neighbor filed a lawsuit against him, after all. To do so, his tradesmen would need to access via Mme. HARMONY’s windows and mine. So here he was, Mr. PRIDE, demanding Mme. HARMONY to make sure that I comply with his request too. Mme. HARMONY defended me, ‘You and Mme. HEART keep installing electric appliances that make loud noise all night long, which keeps her (meaning me) up every night. I have told you this many times!’
Mr. PRIDE interrupted Mme. HARMONY with a scoff. ‘She chose to live above a restaurant. Where does she get off complaining?’’
Mme. HARMONY corrected
him, ‘I too live above a restaurant in the other building, but the restaurant
owner there is a decent man causing no problems. Why can’t you do the right
thing and pay for the insulation? You are a wealthy man with many
businesses, Mr. PRIDE!’
But alas, he kept demanding that ‘this Asian woman should stop feeling sorry for herself and give access to my tradesmen.’ He was relentless with the woman senior to him by 20 years or more. Mme. HARMONY pleaded with him to let her keep her doctor’s appointment for her cancer, but he kept demanding for nearly two hours until she finally dropped the telephone receiver from exhaustion.
His indifference to
the health of Mme. HARMONY was disgusting, but it was morbid that he could
demand me to help out with his extractor that was tormenting me. Evidently, Mr. PRIDE considered him and his
people worthy of reigning over others, which may be right considering his
success in business, but I wished he cared to be liked by others. Insignificant Asian I may be, I could have
still recommended his restaurant to the Japanese society in Paris. Did he not know that his restaurant was not
too popular?
During lunchtime, tourists would walk into this trap, but during dinner hours, the restaurant had started to be quiet. Mme. HEART’s reputation had preceded her that no respectable locals would dine there. Winter was coming and terror attacks in Paris had stopped the flow of tourists. Mme. HEART had designed the restaurant so that there would be a lot of dining seats, which left very little space for the kitchen. The crammed kitchen inconvenienced the chefs that many of them quit. Those sparsely occupied seats in a large dining area enhanced the emptiness of the restaurant in stark contrast with the other restaurants nearby that were filled with the locals. ‘A good restaurant would pick up after a few weeks in Paris,’ said Mme. HARMONY. But the restaurant from Hell was not an instant success.
However, one food critic wrote a glowing review on the restaurant. This was the same writer who had praised Mme. HEART’s previous restaurant that closed in red figures. I do not intend to discredit the review and the writer who was probably served a special dinner made with better ingredients than the meals Mme. HEART would normally serve ordinary clients. However, this is one good example that Michelin Guide is still the one to be trusted, despite all the criticism. The Michelin agents dine ‘incognito’ leaving no room for special treatments by the restaurant. When I first arrived in Paris I was dazzled by numerous stickers on the restaurant wall or door, but now I know some stickers are not to be trusted. If I know this, then Parisians certainly do.
Mme. HEART was going to break more rules and morals. What Mr. PRIDE did to my dear Mme. HARMONY was unforgivable. That was the last straw. I rang a lawyer.