I saw a tourist in Downtown Seattle this evening. I suppose there’s nothing remarkable in that. But how did I know he was a tourist?
I can’t remember the last time I saw someone look so much like a stereotypical tourist. He had sandals with white, calf-length socks, knee-length short pants, and a Hawaiian-style shirt. A camera was hanging around his neck. (I don’t remember what his companion was wearing, but she had a map open in her hands.)
If the Mary Worth comic strip needed a tourist for its story line, he would look like that guy.