It was kind of aggressive-aggressive, but bear with me.

I was camping with some friends of mine. We were a group of six, or so, at a campsite next to a some sort of camp, with a bunch of teenagers being managed by a handful of twentysomethings.

The campers were loud, but not that obtrusive. We ended up all going to sleep around the same time, and all was well. I slept like crap, and was feeling pretty miserable the next morning, when I heard shouting. Lots of shouting. Like, people screaming at the top of their lungs for no reason at all. After a few seconds, it was clear that the counselors were trying to wake up the campers in the most obnoxious way possible, shouting “WAKE UP” and beating on drums.

My camp-mates had all gotten up, and were sitting around a fire drinking coffee, and I stumbled out of the tent, bleary-eyed and disheveled. I stomped furiously past them, and over to the counselors.

“HEY!” I shouted at their leader, who was sitting at a table and managing the screaming counselors. She turned and looked at me, quizzically.

“Am I in your group?”

“Uh…”

“AM I IN YOUR GROUP?” I repeated, quite a bit louder.

“Uh… no?” she said.

“Then why the f**k are you waking *me* up?” mustering my best, most direct stink-eye, then turned and stomped away.

It got real quiet, real quick.