So, my parents are the King and Queen of hyperbole. Yes, I know that's an exaggeration; it's apparently genetic.
But we were waiting for our food for around 30 minutes in an IHOP. That's bad, but it was Game Day, to be entirely fair to the restaurant staff. My parents got upset, and started talking about it.
And when one of them talks about anything, they tend to exaggerate it. The other then talks about it again, and exaggerates off of the previous exaggeration. It's like some sort of exponential criticism.
30 minutes "became" 45, then an hour. They got upset with the waiter, who "probably spat in the food". The butter had "ice crystals". The melted butter he brought out to try to make it up to my mother was "disgusting". The manager was "a frazzled old woman" and "had already made up her mind [we were wrong]".
My mom snapped at the waiter flung butter onto the table. My dad was really intense to the hostess when he paid the bill, though she hadn't done anything. The poor girl just kept apologizing.
And then they got mad at the college students who were eating there. They have every right to be upset, mind you, but they shouldn't direct that at the restaurant. I felt really bad for the poor waiter, who received "NO TIP".
On the bright side, I think I've figured out the exact reason why I don't like to do things with them very often.