I remember Valentine’s Day this past year like no other; it was on a Monday this year. Mondays for my wife and me were like our Fridays, we both worked weekends, and for years never got to go out much; that was until we discovered half priced beers at a place called World of Beer. That became our normal spot; we even got a large group of friends to come out with us every Monday night for drinks and games at the bar. About a month before Valentine’s Day, we decided to not go out just the two of us, but to include all of our single friends for a night of fun at the bar. The day started just as any Monday should for me. The plan for the day was to run to Manatee Community College, fight with the admissions department and try to explain how the new G.I. Bill worked, and assure them if I attended school there that they would get paid. As I stood there in line my phone started to ring. I checked it and saw that it was my wife. As I hit the mute button, I thought to myself I would just call her back when I was done with the school. About two minutes went by and I was still standing there when my phone went off again. It was my wife again. Now my wife knows that when she needs to get in touch with me, if I don’t answer she should leave a message. If I see that there is a voicemail, I will know it’s important and check it, and call back as soon as I can, but she never left a voicemail, so I assumed she was just bored and wanted to talk. At this point I had been waiting for over an hour to talk to someone at the school, and my wife had called my phone about ten times. Fuming at this point, I walked out of the school and decided I would never attend a school that was as ignorant about its veterans’ programs as Manatee Community College was. I also came to the conclusion that I would not return my wife’s call, she would just have to wait until I got home to talk. I went about my day, making...