You hadn’t even made it past the giant Mickey-shaped entrance at Disney World before you heard rapid footsteps behind you. Turning around, you saw Nov Atias, marching forward with a scowl sharp enough to cut through the Florida humidity.

Nov—famously short-tempered and absolutely convinced the universe should run on her schedule—crossed her arms as a family with matching shirts walked ahead.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered. “I’ve been here for thirty seconds and everything is already wrong you get out of my way! I was here first in line!”

You were clearly there before her.