I try not to get too disgruntled with tourists because hey, they give my city money and make me remember why it’s cool to go new places and are mostly harmless.
I cannot handle tourists in the rain. My patience dwindles to negative a billion. I am not stepping in this puddle for you, mr. jansport backpack. I don’t care if your popcorn is getting wet, don’t hit me with your golf umbrella or i’m going to fling it all into the lake.
What is this “rain” you speak of?
Is that when someone leaves their sprinklers on too long?
(I’ve lived in California for too long.)