“Give me your tired, your poor / Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, “reads the inscription at the statue of liberty.
This motto could serve as the mission statement for electricity providers as well.
We satisfy all qualifications; tired of being taken advantage of, poor from paying the monthly electricity fee and huddled trying to stay warm.
I’m tempted to call my doctor for a prescription for Xanax before I renew our annual electricity provider contract. I know I am going to flail and swear over the deceptive and sneaky, miniscule small print caveats.
We can choose our service providers, but that is small comfort when the choice is between stick-it-to-me or hello-sucker.
Now I know how a gambler feels when he/she is behind on payments to their bookie. Electricity providers are right up there with organized crime bosses. The only difference is State government sanctions the electricity provider.
Armed with a spreadsheet, green highlighter and a realm of paper in the printer, and a giant bag of potato chips, I begin the exercise.
One might think it is simple to figure the price per kilowatt hour and make a decision. Not true, and this is where the games begin.
At first glance the rates don’t look too bad, the more kilowatts you use, the lower the rate. But wait! We don’t use that many. You’d think that would be a plus, right? Remember the scene in crime movies where the old guy who owns the candy store has to pay more and more for”protection” from the mob? Well, buying electricity is just like that.
By the time I wade through the electricity facts label my eyes feel like my feet when I postpone a pedicure. Now comes the fun part,finding out where they hide the base charge, user credit charge, and energy charge.
This discovery leads to acceptance; we
are screwed six ways to Sunday. I call the provider whose website has the most colors and select that plan.
At the end of a laborious venture, I call the liquor store rather than the pharmacy. The liquor store has home delivery; the pharmacy does not.