Going on a road trip can be fun—with the right person. With the wrong person, it is an exercise in abject human suffering. I went to college several hours away, so I regularly made the trip home with whichever random stranger would take me. More often than not, this person would be a friend of a friend, and they were almost always a lunatic. One in particular made me listen to the same Evanescence song on repeat, and generally drove like they were trying to escape the wrath of God.
Suffice it to say there are very few people you’d want to be stuck in a car with for nine hours. The following fictional characters, for instance, would not be among those precious few.