I despise them.
I just had to go outside and frantically splosh around in a big muddy puddle outside my flat next to a busy road because I bought a new pair of white converse today. I now have freezing cold wet feet but a moderately dirty pair of trainers. Win?
A group of people walked past and started muttering to one another because I was doing some bizarre contorted dance in a big puddle, by myself, at night.
Is this mental? I can't tell.