The worst tourist in the world is Nicholas Scottie of San-Francisco. Once
he flew from the U.S. to his hometown in Italy to see someone
at home. The plane made one-hour stop to get oil at Kennedy Airport
of New York. As he thought he had arrived home. Mr. Scottie got off the plane.
He thought he was in Rome. When nobody was there to meet him,
Mr. Scottie thought maybe they were held up by heavy traffic. While looking
for their address, Mr. Scottie found that the old "Rome" had changed a lot.
Many old buildings were replaced by high modern ones. He also found
that many people spoke English instead of Italian and that many streets were written
in English. Mr. Scottie knew very little English, so he asked a policeman
the way to the bus station. He happened to meet a policeman who was also
born in Italy and answered him in the same language. After twelve
hour's traveling round on a bus, the driver handed him over to a
second policeman. He asked the policeman why the Rome police employed
so many people as policemen speaking English instead of Italian.
Mr. Scottie did not believe he was in New York when he was told so.
To get him on a plane back to San Francisco, he was sent to the airport in
a police car with sirens on. "Look," said Scottie to his interpreter ,
"I know I'm in Italy. That's how they drive."