self-ish

We are only a few days into the first busy week of the year and I am already at the point of wanting to punch someone. Not just anyone, I should point out - this isn't blind rage that is looking for a random outlet - but a particular person who upset me at work today. We get these sort of people regularly throughout the year and I have an affectionate term I like to use for them - 'tossers'. They're the ones who turn up as if it's the end of their holiday, rather than the start, with a furrowed brow and a foul mood. They're the ones who start finding fault with things the second their tyres hit the boundary of the site, and they're the ones who are deliberately oblivious to the fact that there are hundreds of other families around and want everything to be perfect for THEM.
I didn't expect to encounter one so soon into the season, but there we are.
This particular incarnation of tosserdom was a below-average-height (almost certianly relevant) Liverpudlian gentleman with flushed cheeks and bushy eyebrows. His main complaint today was that our Easter Egg hunt doesn't involve real Easter eggs. We have some beautifully painted character statues that are hidden around the site, and the kidlings have to solve some simple clues that will lead them to where the statuettes are. Show us a photo of you with each one, and you get your Easter Egg from the shop. Now, to be fair, these are decent size eggs, and there's very little work or walking involved, and it builds exercise into a fun family activity, and everyone has a camera phone these days, so it really is as simple as it can be, but Mr Potato-Brain wasn't having any of it. "Why don't you just have the eggs themselves dotted about so the kids can find them? Isn't that a better idea than this complicated treasure quest you've set up?"
I tried valiantly to explain the scientific reasons why having chocolate sitting around in the sun on a warm day wasn't a good idea, but he wouldn't listen. I think his main complaint, if he was being truthful, was that he actually had to spend some time with his offspring and make a bit of an effort with them, rather than just being able to send them off out of the caravan with a small bag to collect things in, while he sat on his arse with a can of beer watching darts or something.
I got rid of him by saying we'd pass it all on to our Customer Care Team at Head Office (which doesn't exist) and that he'd receive a voucher from me for a reduction on his next holiday (which he won't).
Prick.

RC 10-4-25