you wouldn’t think that this picture came from the same location where this happened to me:
context: spanish football coverage VERY loud/screaming children until 12.30 in the morning combined with temperatures of up to 41 degrees. me in bed, finally about to sleep, and being rudely awoken by a group of scottish people stood talking very loudly outside our window in the now otherwise silent resort.
me: excuse me but i am trying to sleep in here.
idiot: ehhh, we’re just having a conversation.
me: your just having a conversation outside our window at like three in the morning.
moron: pause… eh it’s actually twenty past one
me: how the fuck does that matter?!
mentally deficient scumbag: it matters when you say its three in the morning and actually twenty past one in the morning
me: *laughing/crying hysterically*
they then slinked off into the night, buch of baws that they were. it makes me feel so very, very sad that of all the people we encountered on holiday by far the most rude and obnoxious were scottish.