Sunday, 21 October 2018
The true horror stories in modern Paris part 92
I have just edited my last post in which I had renamed a character. In hindsight it may have caused confusion, thus I decided to bring back the old name, Mme. Landlord, to the hyena lady. I also mentioned in the last post that she had lied to me about the personality of Mr. Pride, but smart readers would have suspected it already.
So, instead I shall report to you the latest of the restaurant from HELL. In my last post I explained why I refrain from investing my life in revenge. However, I still take measures to stop any further damages. This is called ‘survival.’ Let me refresh your memory by referring you to my post number 74. In it, I explained why my last resort was to let them win until they weaken themselves with their own toxins.
I no longer proceeded with my lawsuit against the restaurant from Hell. I cannot reveal the facts, but Mr. Honor pulled the string in the end and my lawyer was made to feel the pressure. In this sense, a lawsuit against the restaurant from Hell never had a chance and Mme. Landlord knew this. Thus she did not want to spend her own money on legal procedures and schemed to use mine while pretending to be sympathetic to my suffering. But even if she had been a nice lady as she portrayed herself to the world, I still would not have appealed because I sensed that any defeat would further empower the sludge.
In case you have not read my posts about the young Mme. Harmonie who became the new owner of the restaurant from Hell, she was the one who demanded the residents to show understanding to the restaurant in the name of harmony while telling me to keep my windows closed if I did not want to hear their noise instead of insulating her noisy machines up to the standard. However, I stopped calling the police as the restaurants from Hell broke the regulations and repeatedly blasted the neighborhood with a monstrous music. Had it faced the busy street, it would have been understandable, but they terrorized this quiet off-street in the historic corner of Paris. With nothing to stop her, Mme. Harmonie kept on and wasted her only chance to change the bad reputation she had inherited from Mme. Empathy who had washed off the restaurant from Hell on Mme. Harmonie. The neighborhood was about to organize a petition against the restaurant, but stopped to see if the new owner would behave right. Mme. Harmonie proved to be no better than Mme. Empathy, if not worse.
The restaurant from hell failed to win local regular diners that even its chef quitted before his anniversary. Of course, this was far from over for Mme. Harmonie, but I have become immune to disgust after three years in Paris. Instead I thought it was interesting that there was these two women who shared the similar attitude but one was Mme. Harmonie from a cult and one was Mme. Landlord, an atheist. To be continued.