The UK, the EU, and buying rounds.

Once upon a time, there were 28 friends who kept meeting up for drinks. They were all a bit different, but that's what made it interesting. They bought their drinks in rounds, because it was nicer that way.

But there was always one guy in the group, Nigel, who kept moaning about the rounds. How it always seemed to be him who bought the peanuts on top of the drinks. And sure, Jurek earned less money, but it wasn't fair that he was buying house gin instead of the premium brand when it was his round.

So Nigel decided he'd sit by himself and pay for his own damn drinks instead of being ripped off. Much better that way. (His dog, Alba, seemed to keep wanting to sit with the rest of the group though).
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What happened in the end was the other 27 found it was way more fun without penny-pinching Nigel; they could properly enjoy themselves. And Nigel found that there's more to life than penny-pinching, but it was too late to rejoin, and now he spends his time at the pub alone in the day. He should have just bought his round like every other decent person.