Every pensioner that goes shopping on weekends. You have the whole week to roam around in the supermarket but no, you just have to choose the time when I’m off work to block every aisle and move at a snail’s pace.

But for real, probably my birthgiver. She’s the most narcissistic piece of shit I ever had the displeasure of meeting. Luckily I cut any contact years ago but I still wouldn’t piss on her if she was on fire.