I guess Paris was trying to make things difficult for me so I wouldn’t miss it as much. Last Friday I called my landlord after have been emailing him for two weeks about meeting up. Since he never answered the emails (our communication was always through email) I called him up instead. Explained that it was really important that we met soon because I leave in a couple of days. And I really had to meet him to make a closure of this contract of ours and get my deposit back. So he told me to meet him up on Saturday at lunch. I asked if we could meet earlier the same day cause I had a lot of plans. No, it was better to meet at twelve. Oh well. I cancelled my other plans.
There is a golden rule about appointments here in France. Never be in time. Cause they never are themselves. Even my professors at Sorbonne told us foreign students that. I had experienced Mr Landlords late arrivals before so instead of 12.00 I was there at 12.05. Late for me. I felt bad, what if he was in time this time? Of course he wasn’t. So I waited until 12.25. Felt my day was passing away and gave him a call. I couldn’t just stand there like an idiot because of this cultural thing. And this was his proposed time, not mine. He answers immediately, we do the formalities and then he tells me he can’t come. He had been home, busy doing something else all morning. Say what? Did it never occur to him to call me? Was I just going to stand there forever? I told him that since I had been waiting until now we might as well get it done so I could come to him right away (a block away). – No, another day. Perhaps Monday? – But I leave Tuesday! – Then Monday is perfect.
We realised that Monday doesn’t work. So boyfriend called and told him Sunday is a must. It was alright, he couldn’t say no to him.
So I was afraid he would cancel on me again, it seems to be a common behavior. And don’t people in France call when they can’t come? Is the person waiting supposed to call and check what’s going on? What is it I don’t see here? However, he did come. After thirty minutes. With a lot of bad news for us. I was totally chocked, confused and angry. How can you come with such bad news the day before we leave?
It was now up to me to do something. Men! Or is it French men?
Fortunately I managed to saved his ass, and ours too along the way. Without having to tell everything let me put it this way; his lazyness forced me and boyfriend in a bad situation. I used my power woman skills and fixed everything for him during only a couple of hours. He was rather greateful, I assure you. And ashamed too.