Some people just seem to drift through life as if everything around them is simply there for their convenience.

They order three rounds of drinks before suddenly discovering they can’t pay by card. And this isn’t exactly the sort of place that screams contactless payments and modern tills. Surely, before ordering the first round — let alone the third — you simply ask? Apparently not.

They rearrange furniture in places where they’ve been explicitly asked not to.

And apparently, hiring a table and a few chairs means chairs in general are now included. Need another one? Just take it. After all, they paid for chairs, didn’t they? Or something like that.

Then, when they leave, the space around their seats looks like a small disaster zone: empty cans, cups, fruit stones, peel and bits of plastic scattered everywhere.

And I always wonder: do they live like this at home too? Perhaps they do. At least that would explain it.

There seems to be a peculiar confidence in people who simply take up space, make a mess and assume somebody else will sort it out.

They say the cheeky ones take half the world.

Fortunately, we still have the other half.