Primo called me.
"I made dinner for my mom and dad. I got some really good beef - Strauss - and I grilled hamburgers. They were really good."
"I'm sure. You make good hamburgers."
"My dad --"
"What did he say?"
"He said these were OK, but his hamburgers are more rare."
"And I guess that means his are better?"
"Yes. As if that's a statement that his hamburgers are better. Now he makes his in a skillet and I grill m--"
"That's not even the point! The point is not whose hamburgers are better. It's that he couldn't even say one nice thing about you - that it had to be about him. That he has to compete with his own son."
"Yes. The point with him is that he is superior."