Cheats & Psychos

I do not want to spend more time on writing this than it is due, but in my experience and for the record, the State of Maine is chock-a-block full of cheats and psychos.  The following are four examples.

When I moved to Maine two years ago, I bought three bigger ticket items, a "good" bed, a lady's recliner that "fit" my smaller size, and a exorbitantly-priced, "mandatory" paint job for my twenty-year old car.  The last was required of me in order to meet the State of Maine vehicle driver licensing requirement that all cars be "rust free" (what a racket!)  I later found out that I had paid twice, even three times the going rate for each purchase.  The expensive but cheaply built bed soon sagged until it has become a pokey wire hammock.  The recliner broke in such a way that it is now more like a wooden box with stuffing tacked on every-which-way except where my body rests on it.  The recliner that the store delivered was much bigger than the one that I purchased in the store, a classic case of bait and switch.  The store would not take it back and I was too old and exhausted by traveling 1,243 miles on my end-of-life move from Illinois to Maine to fight them on it.  When the recliner is upright I have to put a bolster on the floor under my feet or my feet hang in the air which puts strain on my back.  To add insult to injury, the flimsy wooden frame of the recliner broke just after the warranty expired.  My old car re-rusted around its edges despite the super-duper sealant for which I had paid extra.  It has only been two years and it already needs repainting.

But the clincher in my general disapproval, and even fear, of people of Maine was the psycho I met at a store while standing in a long checkout line with her.  She was a nurse so I tended to trust her, and we shared a common Norse heritage so I was very intrigued by her.  When she invited me to her church I accepted readily.  To make a long story short, and while I cannot say that she was at fault, among other minor disappearances of my possessions during the time that I knew her, my credit card was stole twice (never before nor after), and "someone" let the air out of my car tires three times in 18 months (pounding the stems with a rock which ruined them, this having been done never before nor after.)  I have to suspect her because she resisted when I pulled away from our friendship, and she had always been too eager to use the vehicle tire inflator that she inherited from her late husband.  I preferred to pay to have it done correctly at a shop.  I had to quit the church that I liked very much but to which she had introduced me in order to evade her.

Chock-A-Block Full Of Cheats And Psychos

by Annmarie Throckmorton, copyright 2024