By Tammy Strobel
He had a swagger to his walk and his face was bright red. There was something about him that I couldn’t put my finger on and I hadn’t even started a conversation yet.
He walked up to the cash register, pounded his fist on the counter and yelled, “You people are ripping me off! I can’t believe gas is $1.50 a gallon! You’ve got to be kidding me!” (The customer threw in a few expletives too, but I’ll spare you the vulgar words.)
Then he threw down some cash to pay for his gas, walked out of the station, and pealed out of the parking lot in his blue Toyota truck. My 17 year old eyes were wide with surprise. The way this customer carried himself freaked me out and I was thrilled to see him leave.
//For over four decades, my dad worked... More...
