When your wife tells you "Hey, when we go to Super Wal-Mart today, let's try to get the same check-out lady we got last time" you life is beyond repair.  You've fallen off the ladder of life, had both your legs broken in multiple places, and gangrene has set in....in the middle of the desert, with no living creature around for miles except the vultured that wait for your still-fresh corpse to become available for their nourishment.

It

is

OVER.