The Germaphobe (gets disgusted by anything):
“I once opened a watermelon and found black seeds inside. I was soooo disgusted.”

The one who’s disgusted by ants, boiled food, vegetables that look gray (even though there’s no such thing as gray vegetables), who refuses to use any bathroom, and who keeps yelling specifically about bathroom cleanliness. The one who makes it a huge deal if someone wears his slippers or touches his mattress. He always arranges his stuff in a very specific way and hates anyone moving it. Most of the time, he must take a shower after getting out of the water and change his clothes—he can’t just leave the sea, dry off, and go eat like a normal person. He has to torture us with his constant disgust.

The Selfish One:
The one who wants everything in the universe to go exactly his way, and for all plans to work in his favor. He never helps with anything and never offers. If there’s only one loaf of bread left, he’ll eat it while everyone else is sleeping and won’t bother getting another one. He insists everyone goes to the place he thinks is “the best.” If he gets a tiny scratch, six people must call an ambulance and focus on his sadness like it’s a tragedy. Basically, an annoying little kid.

The Handy One:
He knows how to cook, wash dishes, hang laundry, and clean—and he does it all with love and without complaining. We’ll be sitting there, and suddenly he starts cleaning up, washing dishes, and organizing things on his own. It’s just his nature—he doesn’t even make you feel like he’s doing you a favor. We like to call this one “the angel of the trip.”

The One Who Came Just to Sleep:
Best described by his famous sentence:
“Guys, leave me alone, guys, I want to sleep, stop bothering me, guys, I’m tired.”
Always exhausted, always sleepy, always drained—despite the fact that we’re all doing the same activities, at the same time, and sleeping at the same time.

The Cheap / Stingy One:
He won’t pay a single penny unless a full press conference is held to convince him that the money is really going toward the right meal, the right outing, or the right thing in general. Getting him to chip in for gas or pay you back requires a miracle. He will never initiate anything that involves money. If you order fish and he doesn’t eat tahini, he’ll only pay for his fish—nothing else.

The One Who Will Eventually Kill Us on the Road:
The king of radar tickets, drowning in fines and license penalties. He has an intense desire for all of us to die on the road. Driving at 140 km/h already makes him bored. Sure, he can get us to the coast in one hour—but that one hour has us frozen in fear, gripping the pedals for dear life.