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Wow. I just got back from Wal-Mart, which I try to avoid in general and especially at this time of year, but I had a prescription there for which I needed a refill. So much for all that post-9/11 courtesy and brotherhood. That place was a seething, snarling cauldron of aggression. Elderly men were yelling at their wives because they couldn't find the Alka-Seltzer. Fathers were screaming at their children for being children. The pharmacist even snapped at me for coming back for the presciption three minutes early (after a half-hour wait). "You're going to have to give me a minute! It's 2:07, trust me!" Dude, I hadn't even said a word.

I wish I had a booming voice like James Earl Jones that I could just rock the house with. I'd walk around scaring the shit out of people by intoning, "GOD'S MERCY ON YOU SWINE."

Yeah.