Re: Silver Tabby's Scribblings !
Don't let any of our American members see this golden oldie!
ON THE GULLIBILITY OF AMERICAN TOURISTS
She was large, loud, and extremely rude – elbowing me out of her way at the Newsagents counter – cutting across my conversation without even an “excuse me” ! She needed change for the “laundermat” and flung a handful of coins onto the counter, complaining bitterly that she “didn’t understand British money”. Were we not forced into decimalisation to please such as she ?
I picked up my paper and my own change and beat a hasty retreat – thinking dark thoughts about brash Americans. However it was a bright sunny morning and my good humour was restored as I approached Bootham Park Hospital and saw the squirrels playing. Two of them had hopped into a concrete litterbin by the gates and were having a fine time throwing out empty crisp packets and apple cores in their search for more appetising leftovers. I smiled, and was about to walk on – when my ears were once again assaulted by that raucous Brooklyn accent – not only that, but she had the temerity to grasp my arm as she bellowed the question “Geez, am I seeing things ?”, as an empty coca-cola tin flew out – apparently of its own accord. The squirrels fell silent - probably stunned by the decibels !
Now, I am not normally unfriendly to tourists, but I had had enough of this particular person, and a mischievous imp took my tongue – the ensuing conversation went thus : -
Me: It is an automatic litterbin, do you not have them in America?
Tourist: Geez, an automatic garbage bin? No, we don’t have those in the States – how do they work?
Me: I am not sure precisely how they work, but it has to do with photoelectric cells. Do you see the road sweeper over there ? (one had conveniently appeared near the Registry office on the opposite side of the road) Well, normally he has to follow the traffic and stay on the left of the road, but, as he comes within a certain distance of one of these special bins, so an electric impulse triggers a small spring and, if the bin needs emptying, a few items are thrown out to attract his attention. He may then come across and empty it himself or radio in for a dustcart if his own barrow is too full to cope.
Tourist: Geez, how fantastic – that is truly amazing – can’t wait to tell them back home!
Leaving her gaping in wonderment at the litterbin I continued on my way to work – saying a silent “thank you” to the squirrels for not giving me away. I actually made it into the next street before startling several passers by bursting out laughing with unholy glee!
I wonder if she is still there?
13th September, 1983
Footnote:
This was published in the NHS staff magazine in October 1983.