Worse

than I imagined -- he's so rude he eats his own special food with guests. Couldn't Panchito have passed that along?

I hope there's a whole chapter

in the memoir on how bad taste just cannot be cured. Could they really not have left the choice to the new residents? The legacy mounts . . . 

Why can't he just pack up

his pretzels and go home already? (Oh, the fud? Room service.)