You own a ma and pa shop around the corner of my house. I avoid going there every chance I can, and now I'm never going back. Every encounter I have had with you has been unpleasant and unfriendly. I told you once, "why does it feel so unfriendly in here?" It's because you are always seemingly yelling. That may be how you talk, so I don't know if you are yelling. You appear to be mad all the time. I told you after you snapped at me for questioning your counting abilities, and my mistaking the amount I gave you, "is this how you talk to your kids?" Before that, you raised your voice at me and said, "you don't believe me, you fucking count it." You say fuck so quickly like that. Something is wrong with you. I calmly asked you, "why are you mad, and why are you yelling." You came out in front of the counter to confront me. I was laughing and smiling at you. That's when I said the kids thing. Then I blew my top, and left yelling and screaming at you. You came out of the store, saying how you will kick my ass.
You are literally at little man. Not a short person. You are just a little man. With a type a personality. A little alpha male with a huge monster truck. I care about customer service, and you obviously don't. If I was the vandalizing type, you could bet, your huge truck, which don't make me say it is compensating for something, I said it, would be with flat tires and a broken windshield. And you would need a new front window too.