With the POW no less.

Why is Rockland Rockland? None of the streets make any sense. Yeah, yeah. So The Social security office is on a street that starts with a ''. On route one I saw two streets that started with a ''. What's the building look like? Park street looks promising.

"Hey, which way do you figure it is on Park Street?"
"Well, probably right. That heads out to the industrial side of Rockland, right?"
"Yeah, ok. You think it's Park Street? Why didn't you map quest it, Jackie? What time does this place close?"
"Mmm, I don't like map quest."
"Then why didn't you google it?"
"I like adventure."
"Not on a deadline! Alright, take a right on this intersection."
"Yeah, yeah. So this is Park street?"
"Yeahuh. Lookin' for a Maritime Farms or something.
"Tire warehouse, tire warehouse, fricken vip, 'nother tire warehouse... What's the building look like, Michelle?"
"I have never been there because I've never lost my card."
"STFU. That's a big mill. I think we're past it."
"I think that fork back there was the other side of Park street. We should have taken another right. Turn around, I actually think I know where it might be now."
"Please."
"No, for real, I think I know where it is. Turn here."
"Where?"
"Back there. Ok, nevermind, turn up here."
"Where? The sun is in my eyes, I can't see."
"That's why you buy a car with BIG ASS SUN VISORS instead of a fricken BEATLE when you know you live in a state that will ALWAYS have the sun on the horizon any time of day in the winter! No, not just winter, fall and spring too! DAMN I HATE ROCKLAND! I HATE heading west in the mid day!"
"Where should I turn?!"
"There, right there, right-- finally!"
Alright so I'll just use this place to turn--"
"Wait, wait. Let's ask this fish vendor if the social security office is on Park Street."
"Wha?"
"He's getting out of his truck, we can't just drive off like that."
"Oh, man! He's got a POW sign! He's a POW!"
"I guess that means we got to barter."
"Barter?"
"You got cash, don't you?"
"Cash?"
"Come on, Jackie. This is HIS turn around. We have to pay for passage."
"What?"
"Hey, sir, what's your shrimp going for?"
"1.35 a lb."
"Yeah, say you know where the Social security office is?"
"Yeah."
"We'll take six pounds."
"We will?"
"Yes, Jackie, we WILL. The twenty?"
Dawning comprehention finds it's way onto her face. "Oh... here."
The POW takes the twenty. Gives thirteen bucks back in change with a big soggy bag of whole Maine shrimp.
"The Social Security Office is on Park Street?"
"Yeah. Down by the Salvation Army. Park street, take a left on the fork from this direction."
"Thank you, Sir."
Waves us off as more people pull into his fish market. Hah! He made off like a bandit thanks to us. See a red car there and suddenly his place is legit! He wasn't entusiastic but thanks to us he probably got two new customers.

Yep, now I know where the social security office is and this is how you find the place you want in MAINE.

Note to torists; try asking a POW fishstand the location of a place without anything to barter and the results whill be drastically different.

"Park street? Nah, head up that dirt road there, past the blast sight. There'll be a building of cinderblocks, go in there, that's the place."

[news today, two tourists were found at the bottom of the penobscott river bed today, cinderblocks tied to their feet.]

You gotta know how the state works Massholes. AHAHHAHAHAAA!!!