On Tour No More
I live in a neighbourhood that is, in itself, a historical and architectural landmark. This is a small village right outside a somewhat bigger town, also known for its historical landmarks.
I’m about to move out of my apartment very soon, so most of my belongings are in boxes or in the process of being packed. I’m carrying a heap of trash over to the recycling station when I’m stopped by a couple I don’t recognise.
Man: “Excuse me. We’re looking for the tourist center.”
Me: “Out here? There isn’t one. You’ll have to go into [Nearby Town].”
Man: “In [Nearby Town]? But this was listed as a tourist attraction. We thought there’d be a guide or something.”
Me: “I’m sure you could get someone to show you around if you book it with the tourist center beforehand, but there’s not a guide here. This is just an apartment building. People live here.”
Man: “Is there anything you can tell us about the place?”
I’m a bit of a local history buff and I’ve read up on the area, so I’m able to give them a quick rundown. In hindsight, this was a mistake, because the moment I’m done, the woman starts walking toward my front door.
Woman: “So, can we have a look inside?”
Me: “Inside… what?”
Woman: “The building! Can we see what it looks like inside? We want to see a real apartment!”
Me: “Like I said, these are people’s homes.”
Woman: “Come on! Just let us have a look.”
Me: “No. I’m moving out in two weeks, and my place is a mess right now. I don’t feel comfortable letting strangers inside.”
They spend another couple of minutes arguing that because they are tourists on a tight schedule, they should have the right to look at my half-empty apartment. I keep telling them no. Eventually, they give up, but the man has a parting shot for me.
Man: “You’re not a very good guide, are you?”
Me: “No, sir. No, I am not.”