Ultrafat at my old job (like, a fatmountain within an org already filled with fats) is going to Thailand on a trip.  Me (overcomes revulsion because of interest in Thailand, Buddhist culture): "Oh really? That's pretty cool! First time?" Mountain: "Nope! I go every year for two weeks. I love it. The culture, the people, everything." (Wow! My love of international culture is making me ignore this mountain's flaws. Maybe he's worth something after all!) Me: Wow, that's great! Where do you go? Bangkok? Chiang Mai? Mountain: Pattaya. Me: . . . Mountain: Yep. Every year, I go to Pattaya for two weeks. It's an INCREDIBLE experience. Me: Oh sorry, no: This conversation actually ended 12 seconds ago. I'm just trying to find the strength to not vomit right now, so I can nope the fuck right away from here. Oh, there we go. Nope and Bye!