"We're cash paying customers and we deserve to go first," my father told the cashier with a snarl to his voice.
He was never much one to mince words.
Had my dauntless father gotten flustered? Dad had forewarned me that he was in a "rat's ass" mood. I braced myself for much social anxiety and I was already terribly anxious when I walked through the door at that establishment. My crazy meds were just about to kick in and I then began to feel some sweet and relished relief on the drive home.
"I am so sorry sir!" she told my father rather pleadingly. "We are not usually busy this time of the night."
And busy they were, I told dad that everyone has spring fever including myself. It is a beautiful night tonight and the night time insects have started serenading us until another fall and winter.
"What would Charlie do if that happened to him?" my father asked me as we loaded up my car with groceries.
"He would have yanked all their asses up and got his groceries for free," I replied..