Oooooh Paco honey, you just opened up a big ball of wax. Okay, here I go (revs engines)

My cousin was staying with me and anyone who's actually been around me the past week since he left will contest that I have been bitching to high hell about him ever since. Well, eating with him in public is the most embarrassing thing (and I don't embarrass easily, let me tell you). He has to have everything special and I mean, there was not a meal where he didn't ask for something special. I don't mind at a nice sit down restaurant if you want to have your meat well done, or substitute cole slaw for peas or some shit like that, but he was asking people at the fast food burger place to lightly toast his bun and cook the meat well done. Then he wanted to take me to a nice place so I took him to this beautiful place right on the beach for seafood, and he asked for his fish to be well done, and when it came it was well done but I guess he wanted it charred to the point of being a shingle, so he starts with this whole attitude, "I can't eat this... it's ice cold in the middle, look at this... take it back it's not cooked enough.". Oh, it was horrible. And everyone has to send something back once in a blue moon (although I've been known to eat something I didn't order just to avoid all my friends having to wait for them to cook me a whole other dinner), but there's no excuse to make a spectacle of yourself. And the waiter is just bringing the food, they don't cook it, so to go off on them is just rude. He was paying for me (since I let him stay with me for two whole weeks) but I made him tip the guy well since he was such a pain in the ass about the whole thing. Plus the waiter was so nice about it, he even brought us free cake at the end to make up for it, and I really didn't think it was his fault.

Okay, I'm done. Thank you.