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  • I worked in a convenience store for nearly eight years. The store was a 7-11, situated on the edge between a high-end neighborhood, and the local ghetto equivalent in Spokane Washington. My customers were various, and most became close friends to me, from both sides of the economic divide.

    One customer I befriended had been married and divorced three times in the time I knew him. During a conversation in the store, he told me he had been to the altar five times in all.

    Each of his five marriages ended in messy divorces, and with each new wife, he accrued enough funds to make a down payment, and buy a house. With each (excuse the term) new divorce, he lost the house in the division of properties.

    I just had to inquire of him, “Is this some kind of systemic behavioral problem with you,… I mean, are you going to do this again?”

    He said, “Hell no, I’m going to find me a bitch I can’t stand, and just buy her a house!”

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