I hated Mary Ann. HATED. She was my competition. At times, when she would be standing underneath a coconut tree with her scantily dressed glamour girl body, I would find myself up against the TV screen with my fists doubled up hoping for the day a coconut would fall on her and cause her some extent of blunt trauma. I didn't want her to die, give me some credit, just permanently disabled.
Now the love of my life looks like my Grandad...ugghh