Tourism Derision

(It’s tourist season, and an older couple approaches me:)

Woman: “Excuse me, can you tell us where [Store] is?”

Me: “Sure, just continue down this street another half mile or so. It’s almost across the street from the McDonald’s.”

Woman: *in a syrupy condescending voice* “Oh, honey, we’re not from around here. We don’t know where the McDonalds live.”

Me: “Uh, look for the golden arches. You’ll figure it out.”