1. An annoying sort of people who vacation (invade) someone else's living space. They are often found in tropical locations and travel in swarms. But the worst of the tourists
plauge Cape
Codders with their precence. As soon as June rolls around, the beaches are crowded and littered upon, the roads are filled with countless accidents because of
the Tourist's legenday LACK of driving capabilities, and local stores, like
Cuffy's and Wings, actually have customers! Tourists are often able to be noticed by their appearant lack of fashion sence (often seen in socks&sandals, a common favorite, or better yet, a cheesey hawaiian T-shirt paired with baggy cargo shorts. The women prefer to have
fanny packs and visors attached to them, and often hold their young offspring on leashes.) Most of the Tourists
on Cape Cod enjoy stopping at "interesting places" such as The Sandwich Glass Museum or many of the lighthouses that
skatter the eroding shoreline. (Like the locals haven't grown bored of that the FIRST time they were forced to appreciate them). Also, they have habits for stopping at crowded restaurants or store, which are filled to the max with Tourists of course, and ask how to get on 'scenic' Route 6A, which often times, they are already driving on. They are recognizeable for their horrible speach (the word 'wicked' is not a part of their limited vocabulary) Many of the locals enjoy scouting for the hot Tourist, the few in millions, and often partake in
Cape Codder's favorite pastime: Tourist Tricking. With the locals help, the Tourists may end up
standed on a beach, in a rented car, or stuck in one of our many cranberry
bogs. Tourists are often the cause of the Cape Codders deepest summertime woes, from clogging the beaches, to clogging the streets, and clogging, well, basically everything. But when Labor Day rolls around, and all that is left are the
footprints in the sand, and the cash registers full of cash, the locals are able to withstand the summers, in hopes to survive the tough vacant Cape Cod winters with the cash the Tourists supplied them with in the summer.
In many ways, Tourists are like
Cicadas. They come in swarms in the summertime, the locals HATE them for eating everything and making it impossible to be outdoors without immediate frustration, but once their epic plunder is over, the locals
reminise of the times they had smacking them around.
"Its
Tourist Season!"
"Clear the beaches! The Tourists are coming"
"Route 6A? Hmm... Just
take a left on this road...You say its a dirt road? Well, thats okay, its my little shortcut!"
"Thank god the Tourists are gone. I couldn't stand them walking around, digital cameras in hand, taking pictures of every rock, tree, lighthouse, and grain of sand
on CAPE COD!"