The problem is me

It must be me. The way I carry myself, maybe it’s my choice of clothing, could be my haircut (sorry Barber Bob Tapson) or my appearance in general; I think I bring out the worst in people. Case in point; recently I was travelling with one of my daughters, and we stopped at a roadside convenience store snacks. There were three ladies working the counter, one was the middle- aged manager and th...