Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies...
That's the opening line from one of my favorite Fleetwood Mac songs.
It's also something that drives me crazy, and is one of the themes of my blogs.
Please don't violate terms of contracts, written, oral, or implied, or promise me things you can't deliver, or undoubtedly I will blog about it.
When I say implied contracts, that means driving on Route 130 in safe conditions, not in gullies. That's an implied contract being the State and its citizens.
When I pay a membership fee to an organization to use their facilities, that means that I expect the water fountain to work, and if it doesn't, to be fixed in less than 6 weeks. Ditto the lights in the rest room.
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