The Swiss love to stare. If it weren't for the need to sleep, I'm guessing that staring at things (along with cleanliness and safety) could become a 24/7 pursuit.
Cleanliness, Safety, and... Curiosity*. They should put it on the Swiss flag right under the white cross.
I, as a 6'5" foreigner with no visible signs of a care in the world, am often the subject of their collective gaze.

Yesterday, I was particularly stare-worthy because I was wearing my
Kerry Wood t-shirt. Every seat was taken (school had just let out) when I got on the tram to go to they gym, so I stood at the front of the tram facing the back. It wasn't long until I noticed about thirty pairs of eyes (young and old alike) staring bullets at my chest. They'd stare at my chest, confused looks would ensue, then they'd whisper amongst themselves. Stare again... confusion... whispers...
THAT'S ENOUGH!
I finally had to just turn my back to the whole car. I don't mind some staring, but too much is just too much.

I was thinking of wearing
this t-shirt today. I don't know... The words are in Finnish, and the print is pretty small so they'll have to strain. Perhaps it'll be too much for the locals (and me) to handle.
Maybe I'll just wear it next week instead and give us all a little break.
*
That's me being nice. I'd vote for nosiness, but I don't think it would go over too well.