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I like my beef well done. And no, I’m not 5, I just prefer the taste. Don’t give af about chewy. If I see pink I’m not eating it. I went to a local restaurant with some family, I ordered by comparison to everyone else something relatively simple. A WELL DONE cheeseburger with only ketchup mustard and onions on it. The place was packed. So I wasn’t too worried about getting it right away. About 40 minutes after we all ordered the food comes out for everyone but me. I had to wait an additional ten minutes to get my burger. Upon my first bite I immediately knew something was off. I looked and the burger was medium rare. Displeased I called the waiter over and explained that I had ordered this well done emphasizing the well done part. A few minutes later he came back. The burger was cut in half and had obviously been microwaved. Upset I told them that’s not what I wanted. I wanted a new burger cooked the way I had originally asked it to be cooked. I waited an additional 15 minutes, by this time everyone is done and just talking. I finally get my new burger, and guess what it was medium rare. I blew the f*** up. I caused a scene which prompted the manager to make an appearance. They tried to tell me they’d get it right this time, but after over an hour of not having food, I was over it. I said I wanted the burger taken off the bill and that they’d never get my business again. And they didn’t. I know when things are busy mistakes can happen. But when there’s clearly no desire to right a wrong properly from the get go, and then when they do try and still get it wrong, it’s time to go. And it’s also time to make a statement. Not that I’m anyone important, I hope it caused the manager to tighten ship a bit. Because that’s just sad. All I wanted was a properly cooked well done burger and they couldnt get that right. I can make a well done burger blindfolded with one arm tied behind my back and I don’t get paid to cook. Needless to say, after this incident I make it well known that if my burger isn’t cooked the way I asked the first time I will leave and I will not pay. Haven’t had a problem since I started doing that. Although I have gotten a few eye rolls, but I don’t care I’m the customer, I’m the one paying your salary by dinning in your establishment, if you can’t do what I ask, which is by no means a tall task and I’m fairly certain not a rare request either, I’m not going to pay you. Simple as that.

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I came from a toxic family and my in laws were more like family than i imagined was possible. The weirdest part was how they knew my wife, their own daughter, was the outlier in their family, cold and manipulative. She married me to get away from them. I eventually learned our marriage was a lie. My FIL and MIL treated me and their two grandchildren with warmth love and respect. And they are the ones that taught me what family will do for the family. I loved the time with them when the kids and i would stay with them while my wife would go out shopping all day or go on work related trips. They were both very mentally and emotionally supportive recognizing what i went through to make sure the kids had a safe happy life despite their mother’s indifference, that they felt loved by me and their grandparents. My MIL and FIL would sit and talk for hours and we would all take turns watching and playing with the kids while the other two talked. One day my MIL pushed the conversation farther than usual and we ended up having a conversation that left me with silent tears when she told me she knew that her daughter was completely uninterested in being a wife or mother and that she as my MIL and my FIL worried that i would eventually seek affection elsewhere or simply leave and that would result in the kids being in a broken home. And that the two of them would never let that happen and that they had a solution if i was willing and devoted enough to hear them out. She called my FIL back in and suggested she watch the kids and we go for a drive. As he drove my FIL was quiet for a few miles then sort of blurted out that he hoped i knew how much he and his wife loved me and respected me as if i were their own. He ended up almost apologetic as he told me that he and my MIL had considered talking to me long before the wedding and warning me about their own daughter’s true nature. Then he told me that he wanted me to stop thinking that my wife would ever change, that they were pretty sure that i had deluded myself that maybe marriage or motherhood would make a difference but that it was never going to change her. I felt so awkward and defeated breaking down in front of him but he was very supportive and told me that they (he and my MIL) had a plan and wanted to make sure that the kids and i were happy despite their daughter. He asked me to simply trust them as if i was their own and that their devotion was to me and the kids. He even made me promise to listen to and trust them in the coming days, that everything was about the welfare of me and the kids. I guess he read my mind, because he looked at me strangely, then just kept his eyes fixed on the road and a rigid grip on the steering wheel and was angry, saying that he knew what i must be thinking, but that they had accepted that there was nothing anyone could do about their daughter, that they had put rhat behind them as parents and made the choice to save who they could.. I swore I would listen and trust.

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