An Argument For Professional Help

I might have acted like the Hulk towards you yesterday if . . .

1. You wrote me an e-mail about Texas’s Primacaucas, and I thought the tone read like it was written by someone who has never seen the parts of my body my bathing suit covers. I hate feeling like you don’t know me.

2. You made me drive to downtown Dallas to pick up the form for my income tax return that I had to remind you I needed. The IRS does not take phone call inquiries by the way. When I arrived at the IRS building, they were out of every kind of form. I hate wasting gas.

3. You are a big box store with a management staff the size of a soccer team, and you can’t blank out my name on the Mystery Shop report that you hung in the break room for all to see. You blanked out the other employee that was included in the report. I hate inefficiency.