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Heaven Holds a Place for Those Who Pray
Let’s say you’re an older lady; say, around 60 or so, and you are in desperate need of a lot of scratch to support that double cocktail of Vicodin and arthritis medication. You’ve tried everything, even going so far as attempting to seduce your son’s friend ala Anne Bancroft in The Graduate, but all you get are looks of recoiled horror whenever you raise your skirt and show off your varicose veins. In fact, ain’t nobody touched your hoo-ha in years, and you really miss the soft touch of a rich man.
So, you’ve basically got two choices: 1) Find a high-powered matchmaker with the ability to set you up with a tycoon with indiscriminate tastes in older ladies, or 2) file a multimillion dollar lawsuit that’ll fund that pain-killer addiction for the rest of your life. And if you’re Anne Majerik, you’ll try the first and, when that fails, you’ll go to Plan B.
Indeed, Majerik paid Orly Hadida, a Beverly Hills matchmaker, $125,000 to set her up with “a cultured gentleman” with an “estate of up to $20 million.” Unfortunately, the only fellas for whom Orly could arrange dates were poor, inappropriate schmucks, like an interpreter who worked at a bank that Orly claimed was an “international banker.” For her part, Orly asserted that Majerik wasn’t exactly the perfect date, either, claiming that Majerick prided herself in being a good listener, but “would often make impolite, rude and disrespectful inquiries to these men regarding their income, wealth and finances.” Orly, however, has had a history of disgruntled clients, who have sued her, and she has even been accused of kidnapping her children and burning down her own house, allegations she apparently left off her résumé. And despite paying additional fees, Orly stopped setting Majerick up with dates and refused to return her calls.
So, Majerick sued, and a jury was kind enough to give this little old lady $2.1 million, which will hopefully buy enough plastic surgery to raise a few eyebrows the next time she hikes up that skirt in front of her son’s friends, particularly if she leaves a wad of Benjamins in her garter belt.
