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Somewhere in my mid 40’s I figured out the sun didn’t revolve around me.  This was after some much needed therapeutizing from my wife and you guessed it, my therapist.  It’s a crazy idea.  I mean who wouldn’t want to believe the sun sets and rises on their ass.  Come on, it’s a beautiful notion, isn’t it?  That everyone is put on this planet for your behalf.  That the lady checking you out at Wal-Mart has it out for you when she won’t reload your Wal-Mart card at the cash register.  A terrible phenomenon that results in being forced to stand in, gasp, a long line at the MoneyCenter which is actually designed for what the sign says.  To be a money center for your Wal-Mart MoneyCard.
I’m quite certain, no after checking the facts I am quite positive, that I have ruined many people’s days. The aforementioned Wal-Mart lady, who called her manager when I refused to accept her answer while I was probably thinking that standing in the MoneyCenter line was beneath me? Yah, her, most def.  I mean there was a perfectly good cash register there which had accepted my deposit plenty of times before Wal-Mart apparently changed their policy.  Did they consult me on this?  No. So I of course asked to consult and verbally assault the manager so I could fully inconvenience the growing line of people in the speedy checkout lane because I was standing up for my rights as a loyal Wal-Mart customer for decades. Really? You bought that? No, I was just pissed off and throwing a temper tantrum cuz I wasn’t getting my way.   Tragic of course.  The world revolved around me, remember?
I would love to say I won’t bore you with my rampages at the VA.  But my therapist would call bullshit on me for writing something missing the facts so eventually I will.  For now, I will simply say, the police there know me by name, address, phone number, last 4 of my social and probably a most likely to be most wanted picture at the VA security office.  They have, in fact, offered to escort me to the nearest Po-Po station the next time they are called upon to visit me at the VA. Loverly, isn't it?
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