My main issue with tourists in my city are the ones that, in the pursuit of their perfect vacation, are oblivious, lack common courtesy, or are actively (sometimes aggressively) rude, or some combination of the three.
If you’re a tourist and don’t do any of those things, I’ll never even notice you, no harm, no foul.
However, a large number of them seem to be shocked, shocked! that people actually live in the city they’re visiting. Some relatively minor incidents have already been mentioned, but there are also people who, for example, make as if to leave the train, suddenly stop dead in the doorway, and get pissy and shouty because the 50 people behind them couldn’t stop in time to not blunder into them. During rush hour.
Or stopping suddenly anywhere that’s a high-traffic area. For the love of god, take a moment to get yer head out yer ass, look around you, and step off to the side out of the way.
Or talking at outdoor-volume in an enclosed train car. Your friend is 12 inches away from you, and the city residents aren’t talking. Your friend can hear you!
The best example of this rudeness, and the epitome of why I hate tourists: once I was driving home from the gym. I was sweaty and gross, because, you know, I’d just been at the gym. It was a warm afternoon, so my window was rolled down. While waiting at a red light, some idiot chick and her idiot chick friends in the SUV next to me started pointing and laughing at me, and one of them whipped out a camera and started taking pictures. Uhm, excuse me? I’m not an effing zoo display! They got a number of photos of me scratching my temple with my middle finger. :rolleyes:
Once the light changed and they drove off, I checked their plates, and sure enough, they were out-of-state.