It ain't about you no more. Trust me, whoever you are. I heard all about it.

A week or so ago, RJ and I dropped the kids at the sitter and had an afternoon date.  It was RJ's birthday, and we wanted to go eat somewhere that did not serve food out of a clown's a$$.  Selfish, I know.  We are admittedly terrible parents.

Anyway, after we has a delightful lunch at P.F. Chang's, we decided to do some shopping.  We were in a CITY, for goodness sake, and there were no children anywhere to be seen.  So, logically, we decided to go to Toys R Us.

It's ever so much more fun without the kids.

So, we're shopping along, minding our own business, looking for an awesome Iron Man helmet for zj, when we hear a woman's voice becoming increasingly louder and more agitated.

She walked to the end of the aisle we were in, stopped, and  proceeded to have the following conversation.

I have re-created it to the best of my ability.  Unfortunately, she did not have the phone on speaker, so I couldn't hear the responses.  Also, I was kind of drunk (Kirin on tap...  mmmmmm), so I might not remember everything exactly.

But this is pretty close.

Woman: Well, that's because it all used to be about you.  But it ain't about you anymore.  You left, and left me with all the kids and now it's about me.
Pause for response from ex.
But it ain't like you come around anymore.

Pause for response from ex.

Well, you left, and you left me with the kids, and you ain't in our lives every day no more.  You just call when you feel like it and come by when you feel like it, and what I'm trying to tell you is that IT AIN'T ABOUT YOU NO MORE, IT'S ABOUT ME.

Pause for response from ex.

I'm doing just fine, and you just call up whenever you feel like it and you get me all upset.  When I call you, you don't answer.  So what I'm trying to tell you is it ain't about you no more.

Pause for response from ex.

Like last week when you were supposed to have the kids and you didn't call and you didn't show up.  They were upset all day and so I just told them, it ain't about you no more.  It's about us - the kids and me. Not you.

Pause for response from ex.

That's because it ain't about you.  

Pause for response from ex.

Now you call me and get me all upset, and I ain't gonna let you keep doing that.  Because IT AIN'T ABOUT YOU NO MORE!

Phone slams shut, gets tossed into purse, and woman stalks off in the direction of Bratz dolls.  Go figure.