Although I understand it is good for the economy, and all, and I have met some interesting people, I always look forward to the end of tourist season.
Living in a small town that sits on the gateway to the Black Hills really hits a nerve this time of the year, and I realize how selfish and rude many of my fellow human beings have become. If it isn't riding my ass while I drive 60 miles home from work, it's treating the local waitresses like shit at one of our few restaurants, or walking in the middle of the street taking pictures of our "Quaint little town that represents past Americana...".
When the Speed Limit sign says 30 mph coming into town, it isn't an invitation to see if our hick town has somehow discovered that objects can be tracked using radio waves or light beams...it is because our children can roam as they please in a small town.
When our family waits in line behind dozens of other tourists to get an ice cream cone, it isn't okay for you to cut in line because you have a long trip ahead of you.
Our waitresses, and other locals, are not put there to be the target of your frustration because your bratty ass kids have been driving you nuts since Denver.
Driving a Harley to Sturgis does not make you bad assed enough to prevent you from having your ass kicked by myself because you said inappropriate things to my wife while at the gas station.
I seriously cannot wait until Hunting Season, when all of the idiots leave.