On a holiday resort anywhere in the UK or on the Med there is ‘that guy’. The one who either
- You can pass annoying family members onto, so you get some peace
- Keeps trying to give you quiz sheets and begging you to do stuff you hate
I am ‘that guy’
Some people think I am the best thing on planet earth, others look at me like I am a walking version of bird flu. Usually the amount of alcohol consumed depends into which group people fit.
It is best not to take the love/hate for simply existing too seriously as tomorrow they will have all checked out and the whole process will start again.