Memorial Weekend is here and with it comes the official start of Tourist Season in my neck of the woods.
For the next 3 months we will have to endure an influx of travelers seeking an escape from their fast-paced city lives and claiming rightful ownership to the area in which I live.
And as a touristy area, the businesses thrive on the type of income it brings. Heck, they count on it for their livelihood. Some even forsake their year-round, loyal patrons hoping to make a buck or two from these people.
Simply put: the locals are now second class citizens.
Our group that took Anita out the other day was actually asked to move to another area of a restaurant on the pretense that we had to order food in order to stay where we were because they “might” need our table. Come to find out that some of the tourists didn’t seem to like that we were laughing and having a good time, and complained. You might guess that quite a few of us will not be frequenting that establishment again. And you can almost guarantee that others will be told of the incident.
You know, I wouldn’t mind it so much if they weren’t so darn rude. I swear, they should have to take driving lessons to remember how to use their blinkers and not just thrust their SUVs out in traffic hoping not to kill somebody.
Yesterday I was reminded of the perfect bumper sticker that sums up how some of the people around here feel this time of year.
Gotta love friends with a sense of humor.
* Pictures courtesy of Google Images.