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
tho[pic]ught 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 (警报)
on. “Look,” said Scottie to his interpreter (翻译), “I know I’m in Italy.
That’s how they drive.”
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