Those American families with the ex-football player dad with a plastic wife and a teenage football player son. I was at a resort in St. Croix once, and I was about to rent a kayak but the attendant said the waves were getting too powerful that day and didn't let me. I thanked her anyway and sat by the pool for a bit (the area with the kayaks was right by the pool). A minute or two later, the father and son from that family I mentioned go up to rent one. The attendant tells them the same thing, and they start arguing, with their slurred, testosterone overflowing "has there ever been an accident before?" and "how do you know they're too powerful for us?". I facepalmed hard while the argument kept going on, and they finally gave up and left.
And to top it all off, that night at the resort's restaurant, I saw that dumbass kid leaning against a pillar and trying to stare meaningfully into the sunset with a glass in one hand and the other in his suit pocket. I facepalmed again, then laughed at the irony.
And to top it all off, that night at the resort's restaurant, I saw that dumbass kid leaning against a pillar and trying to stare meaningfully into the sunset with a glass in one hand and the other in his suit pocket. I facepalmed again, then laughed at the irony.