I walked out... no, I was kicked out of only one repair job to date.
Property manager hired me to repair a slide in range. It was a smallish 27 inch range with purported temp issues with the stove top . The tenant and his family had recently moved in what appeared to be a very nice house. They were French.
As I worked on the range, the father compained the house had electrical problems as well as a myriad of other issues. I ruled out electrical problem with the stove but He goes on and on about the problems with the house and he gets worked up. He was French.
I continued to check burner temps, switches , blocks, etc., but couldn't find anything wrong. The father explained he was a chef and certain recipes did not come out properly so there must be something wrong with the stove. He becomes agitated. Did I mention he was from France... you know, French?
As I began to wrap up my testing, he became more agitated. He talked about how he should have never rented the property, that he owns Chateaus in France and is a chef of some notoriety. That the house and the "little stove" was, in essence, beneath him. And there's the rub... the only problem with the stove was it was somehow "beneath" him. You gotta love the French.
During the entire repair, I thought it best just to be stoic, to approach the job in a matter-of-fact-like manner.. ie.. "just the facts, Ma'am." I did not engage him from an emotional stand point. But said "Sir, currently I cannot find anything wrong with the stove. If it is not to your liking, you have to take that up with your landlord." Maybe that was a mistake, maybe I should have shown more compassion for his plight. Why, you ask? Because he was French, of course.
Seeing that I was not being swayed by his magnificence nor did I respond to him with extreme passion nor exhibited even slight empathy (but, in fact, how can a lowly tech, such as me, empathize with royalty?) he exploded or at least I thought he exploded. I don't think I ever heard french, such a beautiful, melodic language, designed for love and romance, being used in anger,
"Quitter ma maison vous paysan!!"
I may have embellished what he said a bit, but it sounded so beautiful I thought he was reciting poetry to me. Why not? He was French.
I started to look at him adoringly but he took a deep breath and shouted "Get Out!!" It was loud but not really forceful... maybe because the french "t" is silent. Anyhow I got the point. Damnation, I was just about to impress him with a few Shakespearian sonnets or may have tried out the only french phrase I could remember..
"Voulez vous coucher avec moi, ce soir??"
Rejected, I began to pack my tools, but apparently not fast enough. He repeated, "Ge Ou"... I wanted badly to correct him...." no, no mon amie, say the 'tee' ...repeat after me 'Get-tah Ou-tah!". emphasis on the 'tee' as in 'butt-tah hole' and 'asshat-tah' "
Instead, I simply left and reported my findings to the landlord and stated I wasn't completely finished. So a few days later he accompanied me back to the house to complete my tests. Of course there was nothing wrong with the range. However, the tenant did apologize for his behavior "I'm sorry but what can I say? I'm French."
Edited by DurhamAppliance, 11 November 2014 - 10:08 AM.