Locals 2, tourists 0
A co-worker who lives in Half Moon Bay told me this story. She was at the Three-Zero Cafe at the little airport there — evidently a hangout even for non-aviating locals. A couple of tourists were loudly talking with each other — “broadcasting,” as my co-worker put it — in negative tones, all the usual stereotypes about northern California — the liberals, the gays, and so on, as if someone had suddenly turned on one of those conservative radio talk stations. After everyone in the place had endured this for a time, the owner came over to their table and asked, “You’re not from around here, are you??” and when they proudly said no, he slapped the bill on their table and said he was sorry they weren’t comfortable there but hoped they’d soon find someplace more to their liking.
They finished up their meal in a hurry and left in a huff, as Groucho Marx once said: “You can leave in a taxi. If you can’t get a taxi, you can leave in a Huff. If that’s too soon, you can leave in a minute and a huff.”
(The Huff was a car of the 1920s, I always thought — that’s the joke. But I can’t find it anywhere on the internets. I would have liked to link it.)
I support the proprietor’s action, but on the other hand if you’re going to advertise your joint as “The Best Breakfast on the Coast” (accg. to their website) and stick a Google map on there, you’re bound to get tourists.