I was at a coffee shop last week, when a meathead and his tired son walked in and started looking at the menu.

Dad: Get whatever the fuck you want, I don’t care.

Teenage son: Okay, I’ll have the spanish omelette.

Dad: What the fuck? You could get that anywhere! Get something else, for fuck’s sake.

His son stood in place for a few moments, shook his head, and walked out. His dad stood there stunned, then looked at the barista and groaned “fucking kids, am I right?”

Good on the kid. Mess around with gen Z, and find out.

My dad and grandfathers never treated me this way; not once, not ever. The more I see and hear about other dysfunctional families with abusive parents, I count myself lucky.