They scream, they sing, they fall down, they take their clothes off, they cross-dress, they vomit.
(Who? Brits in Greece.)
In fact, Tom and I witnessed small-scale British bad behavior flying out of the island of Lesbos several years ago. The airport terminal was full of loud, lumpy underdressed Brits (nobody wants to sit next to your hairy armpits on a small plane) who were sunburned a painful pink everyplace they weren't pasty. We were relieved when they boarded another plane.
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Ah yes, the lobster people as we used to call them back in Miami.
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