My relationship with my Dad is very strained and one of the main reasons that he is just so consistently, endlessly ill-mannered! When we meet up or go out to eat, he complains about everything. An endless litany of:
"Is it empty because it's crap?" / "I bet they serve frozen muck" / "I bet it's Happy Shopper Cola" / "I don't want to be near other people listening to my conversations" / "I hope I'm not near screaming kids" / "I'd rather have gone (anywhere else)". And this is usually after he has chosen a specific place. He will say, "I want a burger" or "I want steak" and I'll find somewhere that does that and it's just never right. He'll taste something and then make a face or spit it out like a kid, wipe his nose on his sleeve instead of in a tissue, etc.
He also seems to have endless interpersonal problems. Everyone at his GP practice is an 'idiot', everyone at work is "sucking up to management", his poor Mum is "deaf as a post", etc. He has not got a good word for anybody.
I'm sure it sounds condescending but it is comical to me that this guy, who has lived on booze and doner kebabs all his adult life, now acts as though a Nandos or a Toby Carvery is beneath his station. He once refused to go into an Italian chain restaurant because he did not know what "sautéed mushrooms" were.
Part of me feels angry, part of me feels sorry, part of me thinks that his life is crap enough without me causing arguments. But the more it goes on, the more I just think, "Why are you like this, why did you never learn better than this." He has lived such a small life that a word in a different language on a menu is something baffling to him.