Tourists Have Invaded

Have you ever taken a stroll and seen one of them?
Typically found crowded around a Ron John's sign or a fire hydrant (do not ask me why they congregate around fire hydrants. I just observe, not judge), one of these couples can be spotted wearing broad-rimmed glasses with either high tube socks, jungle themed fanny pack, khaki pleated shorts, or a combination of the three plastered onto their sweaty bodies.

Obviously tourists, they compulsively reach into their never-ending Micky Mouse beach totes to whip out a disposable camera and snap a shot in front of a "landmark" such as a dumpster. And when they catch a glimpse of an actual landmark, they have an anxiety attack over having no more film on the camera roll. Why? They wasted memory space documenting their trips to the Public Restroom and the beach-themed display window of the Dollar Store.

Last, but certainly not least, you can be one hundred percent positive you have seen one of them if they have a sparkle in their eyes just from seeing the faded motel signs or wind-blown dying palm trees.
Unlike us, they deserve to be living here: in paradise.