shame?

I figure the reason I havent won the lottery yet is because I havent paid my dues to humanity yet.

The other night after leaving my favorite convenience store that sells loosing lottery tickets, I was walking by one of those outside freezers that hold ice bags. As I was walking by, I heard a knocking coming from inside right as I was walking by. I literally jumped and needless to say almost pooped in my pants. I turned and looked and saw that the door, which was locked, appeared if someone was trying to push it open from the inside.

Im sure there wasnt anyone in there, and someone probably was playing a serious prank on me, so I gtfot as fast as I could.

I am seriously sorry if someone was in there, but its not my problem. Be watching for you on the news.

Anger management or anger channeling

Not sure where the term "anger management" came from (I guess I could google it) but I've managed to get angry just fine thank you.

what I have an issue with is channeling my anger to the correct object of my anger. Some times, I have more anger than I need and so it spills over and gets on people or things I am not angry with. However, I've found that even if that is the case, there is probably something they did that deserves it anyways even if they weren't the original cause of my anger.

a new skill

I think I've actually mastered the ability to become invisible.

This all started: I go to get an oil change at a place which I will not name, but they sell tires and batteries nationally.

I'm standing there behind another guy who has been standing there for a while. And yes, you should focus your attention on your current customer, but at least acknowledge the fact you know we are there and will be with you in a minute. Take a tip from WalMart. Hire a greeter. They usually live on social security and would be happy for a job. Plus you'll be puttng Obama's plan into action.

Fast-forward to the evening, where kids usually have birthday parties where you can also practice putting by shooting golf balls between the legs of various animals on green painted carpet.

So I'm standing at the counter, money exposed, waiting to putchase a drink for a price that would make Jerry Jones' concession stands blush.

Several people, whom I ASSuME work there since they wear shirts that match and prominetly display the company logo on the front, walk back and forth, to and from, filling drinks, punching buttons on the microwave and anything else that indicates that you are busy trying to look busy.

So I'm standing there, right up against the counter expecting to be the next one to donate to the independent yet unbilically tied to major chain by name business.

Another customer, who has nothing on me in looks, age gender or race, and tenure, gets waited on after just walking up and blurting out something that only experienced, nursing home guards can only decipher.

So the invisibility characteristic shows its true colors, or hides it. Not sure in this case.

So I politely inform management/owner that he should probably train his staff to acknowledge people with money in hand, especially if they look foregin since it is so easy to cheat foreigners.

Obviously not feeling any remorse but regret that he potentially lost the sale of a 5.00 12oz drink, has these future CEO's approach me later to apologize.

What I said and what I thought are two totally different things. I will not divulge what was going through my mind when apology #1 approached since I have a rule, which I have never tested but nontheless a rule, that I would never pursue anything younger than my oldest daughter. I don't think I even made eye contact with her when I said ok, simply because the eyes on her body were bigger than the eyes on her head.

Which, after all of that, I am convinced that I have mastered the art of invisibility and stealth and will put this theory to the ultimate test.

Later I plan to go to the most popular women's only gym into the locker room and remove all my clothes and see if anyone notices.