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Jul. 27th, 2008 05:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolAbout four or five days ago, the haar rolled in and it hasn't rolled out again. Now, whilst I am used to a wee bit of sea fog occasionally turning up entirely out of rhyme or reason, this is beginning to resemble something out of a horror film. If we're lucky, the sun will dimly shine through for two hours in the afternoon. By the evening, I can barely make out the house over the road.
Can someone please inform Dracula that, whilst St Andrews and Whitby are on the same side of Great Britain and both have working fishing and pleasure harbours, we are quite different places. We have a lot less goths, apart from anything else.
This led me to the assumption that Dracula is, in fact knocking about St Andrews as part of a tour group. This would make a lot of sense; blood-drinking would quite frankly be the least of his sins. I don't actually have much of a problem with tourists; the majority of them are polite people who observe road signs, walk at a sensible pace along the pavement, and keep the local economy ticking over happily. Even golfers I can generally deal with. Tour groups, though, are the scourge of evil. I am so fed up of about fifteen teenage kids decamping into the shop and demanding attention ALL AT ONCE and querying loudly about how much they can put on Daddy's Visa, or not speaking a word of English and flashing purses full of twenty pound notes at me. Don't do it, as I will eventually crack and just mug them.
And you know, I can even put up with that, but I? Work in a shop. I sell clothes. There is a Tourist Information Office right over the road, full of nice people with carefully controlled local accents who will tell you what you need. And whilst I am happy to help when I can, or if the shop is empty, when it's massively busy, it's not my job to tell you what shop sells underwear, where to go for lunch, where the beach is or where the golf course is. I don't actually care, unless you're going to buy a massive load of clothes with it.
ALSO. Whilst I'm on my tour group rant, unless you are in fact Count Dracula and therefore can survive being run over by a lorry (or an irate student driving a white Skoda), standing in the middle of North Street to take a picture of a church? Really fucking stupid idea, even if there is a large group of you. It's the main road through town! And large groups walking slowly and stopping in the middle of pavements? SO IRRITATING. More irritating is looking at me like I've kicked your puppy when I say 'Excuse me, please' because hey, I'm late for work and you are the way.
Most tourists are fine, but with several youth camps in town, a Christian camp just outside of town, several over-50 tours for the English and the Glasgow's Tradeperson Holiday I've just had enough.
Plus, you know, fog.
Can someone please inform Dracula that, whilst St Andrews and Whitby are on the same side of Great Britain and both have working fishing and pleasure harbours, we are quite different places. We have a lot less goths, apart from anything else.
This led me to the assumption that Dracula is, in fact knocking about St Andrews as part of a tour group. This would make a lot of sense; blood-drinking would quite frankly be the least of his sins. I don't actually have much of a problem with tourists; the majority of them are polite people who observe road signs, walk at a sensible pace along the pavement, and keep the local economy ticking over happily. Even golfers I can generally deal with. Tour groups, though, are the scourge of evil. I am so fed up of about fifteen teenage kids decamping into the shop and demanding attention ALL AT ONCE and querying loudly about how much they can put on Daddy's Visa, or not speaking a word of English and flashing purses full of twenty pound notes at me. Don't do it, as I will eventually crack and just mug them.
And you know, I can even put up with that, but I? Work in a shop. I sell clothes. There is a Tourist Information Office right over the road, full of nice people with carefully controlled local accents who will tell you what you need. And whilst I am happy to help when I can, or if the shop is empty, when it's massively busy, it's not my job to tell you what shop sells underwear, where to go for lunch, where the beach is or where the golf course is. I don't actually care, unless you're going to buy a massive load of clothes with it.
ALSO. Whilst I'm on my tour group rant, unless you are in fact Count Dracula and therefore can survive being run over by a lorry (or an irate student driving a white Skoda), standing in the middle of North Street to take a picture of a church? Really fucking stupid idea, even if there is a large group of you. It's the main road through town! And large groups walking slowly and stopping in the middle of pavements? SO IRRITATING. More irritating is looking at me like I've kicked your puppy when I say 'Excuse me, please' because hey, I'm late for work and you are the way.
Most tourists are fine, but with several youth camps in town, a Christian camp just outside of town, several over-50 tours for the English and the Glasgow's Tradeperson Holiday I've just had enough.
Plus, you know, fog.
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Date: 2008-07-27 05:04 pm (UTC)Fancy a swap?
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Date: 2008-07-27 05:27 pm (UTC)Sorry about the fog. It's sunny and about 100 degrees here today x
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