Those darn arcade repairmen

Some people dislike used car salesmen and some people dislike the IRS.
But those aren't the people who cause me distress.
I'm angry and my patience has wore thin.
The people I dislike are arcade repairmen.
No repairman would fix my video game and two of them actually lied.
This experience has left me disgusted and mortified.
I didn't have the equipment or transportation to move my game around.
It was difficult to move because it weighed three hundred pounds.
A couple of the repairmen said they'd come to my house but they didn't show.
When I asked the other repairmen, they said no.
I would've been willing to pay extra if someone would've made a house call.
But no one would help me and I'm appalled.
I got sick and tired of hearing the word no.
It's a sad day when people don't even want to earn dough.
I finally had to sell my game for practically nothing because it no longer worked.
I'd still have my game if I would've got help from one of those jerks.