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To continue my criticism of the noble creatures that inhabit our beautiful and shiny society, I will talk about a character who has a knack for exasperating me but is unique to each of us.
Tourists. The tourist is you, your neighbor's family, ground floor, the teacher of Latin melodramatic or colleague with dandruff on his shoulders. Everyone was, is or may become a tourist. Well of course there are several kinds of tourists. There's nice, he is not shit, he took his hotel room without complaint, even if the mattress looks at her * moelleur to a wooden board, even if the food service similar to the canteen school, and even if his neighbor is a little too much noise to 2 hours of morning. But it is not especially interesting except the fact that is rare.
The tourist whose talk is like the worst tourists. He who comes in (often) family. It is generally large, his wife and brats, too. He wears a shirt with striped, floral, peas, and whatever else you want but not united! Never! It also has a superb short, united to him in the salmon-pink, khaki, gray or blue sky. All accompanied by a hat, sunglasses cheesy of sandals and socks after his age. His wife, it is usually robed that the bullseye. But Miss finally, I tell you that 48 is too big! And his dear little blondes. Their sex is not important because there are no differences for the bad taste of their dress, their cry and their bombs in the hotel pool. Try to make a bomb with proper sleeves orange road ...
This tourist there, he walks around town with his Kodak around his neck, his magnum double caramel dripping on his hand and marveled at a beautiful candle-shaped chika English or to misrepresent that DOJ plasia dance and sing if you press a button. No shit, no shit, my friend, 15 Euros, just 15 Euros, my friend! Later, the whole family will be roasted on a crowded beach with another family as it is.
But worse, imagine that one of these little darlings (red - swarthy - brown, mark as appropriate) has been 18 years. With potos, he decides to go on vacation. Imagine an evening of celebration, they are filled ...

Pssst ... I am back from vacation ....

moelleur * I know that does not exist, but I thought it sounded good!

As usual it is a caricature. Any similarities are purely accidental or beyond my control;)