Personal Space
Dude, it's called a three foot rule for a reason. So when you and your dad move in around me while I am checking out in line for groceries to talk to the checker who is helping me at the moment, don't be surprise when I shove back in your direction to get to the card reader or talk over your father when I am reminding the checker about my coupons. Have a little common courtesy. Obviously your father modeled this behavior to you but I think that since you are both grown men, the dirty look I get for asserting myself for my space and my time, is not only idiotic but also rude as well.
This is the very definition of being raised by wild animals.
This is the very definition of being raised by wild animals.