Bit of a catchphrase of mine nowadays. Along with my assumption of the Chinese motto: "If it ain't broke, don't fix it. And if it is broke, don't fix it, either."
Everybody has stories of their travels in which they met that Brit/Yank/Frenchie/German/etc person who pissed them off and thus based their entire opinion of the country on that one awful bastard. Let's talk about those bastards, because they are usually the most hilarious examples of a complete lack of courtesy.
I was in Yangshuo, here in China, and there was an American. He was magnificent. Fat, loud, short-tempered and annoying. The stereotype in all its splendour. First off, my friends and I are at a pizzeria, waiting on our food. He comes over to the same restaurant with two Chinese people we assume are his friends. No conversation occurs. He sidles over to another group of Chinese tourists and tries to engage them in conversation, and they pull the greatest "Oh, sorry, no speak-a your language" shtick on him ever. But, if nothing else, he's a persistent bugger. He keeps trying. He asks them about their food; what did they get? Is it good?
He then takes it a step further. "Can I try some?" he says, reaching for the plate before waiting for a response. The local tourists continue to desperately try to blank him, but eventually they give up and just leave. While all this is going on, the two people he came with are chatting to each other, clearly talking about what a cock-end this random bloke is. As soon as the tourists stand up, he reaches over and takes their food, noshing down with impressive relish.
I'll not even bother with the random fights he tried starting with locals trying to peddle their wares (albeit annoyingly), nor how his default facial expressions was one of pure, unbridled iness.
God damn, I miss that guy.