That could be me talking .
But it happens even in the higher echelons too. Picture yours truly in the Picasso museum in Malaga - his birthplace.
I'm contemplating one of the later works - not my favourites frankly - when a large lady of indeterminate age leads a party of bored Italian teenagers right in front of me and starts talking nonsense to them from a clipboard.
There was almost an international incident. It took several sherries in Malaga's roughest bodega to cool my beans, I can tell you.
School parties are the worst. To be fair, I don't blame the children as they really should be given the experience to see such wonders of the world.
Instead, it's the clueless adults with them who seem totally incompetent at fulfilling their duties of shepherding them around and instilling dignity.
It's their (the adults) failings that cause people to generally hold such groups of children usually in disdain - they make me fume greatly.
I remember years ago being in the Catalyst museum with my oldest during the day before she was in school, and we stood patiently for the lift.
On charged a hoard of pupils clearly fulling a reproduction of 'Our Day Out' with their teachers talking about Okay Magazine or something similar.
One of their teachers barged forward, pressed the button and proclaimed to me, "Could you not walk instead? We have lots of children here".
Let's simply say she didn't expect my calm, softly-spoken but blunt response supported with my hand gesture explaining where she'd go head first.