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Tuesday, February 01, 2005

 

You know you're from San Francisco when....

You Know You're From San Francisco When...


Someone says TENDERLOIN - you don't think of steak.

You never bother looking at the MUNI line schedule because you know
the drivers have never seen it.

A really great parking space can move you to tears.

You know that anyone wearing shorts in July must be visiting from Ohio.

You assume every company offers domestic partner benefits.

Your boss runs in "The Bay to Breakers"....and it's not the first
time you have seen him/her nude.

You are thinking of taking an adult class but you can't decide
between yoga, aroma therapy, conversational mandarin or a building
your own web site class.

You haven't been to Fisherman's Wharf since the first month you moved
to SF and you couldn't figure out how to drive to Coit Tower if your
life depended on it.

You were born somewhere else.

Left is right and right is wrong.

Your monthly house payments exceed your annual income.

You dive under a desk whenever a large truck goes by.

Your family tree contains "significant others."

Smoking in your office is not optional.

You pack shorts and a T-shirt for skiing in the snow, and a sweater
and a wetsuit for the beach.

Rainstorms or thunder are the lead story for the local news.

Gas costs $1.00 per gallon more than anywhere else in the US

A man gets on the bus in full leather regalia and crotchless chaps.
You don't even notice.

Your car insurance costs as much as your house payment.

You give a "thumbs up" gesture to a car with a "Free Tibet" bumper
sticker - and you mean it.

When you drive under an underpass - for one moment you think "earthquake".

You realize the only Republicans you know are your Aunt and Uncle in Texas.

You realize there are far more Rainbow flags in the city than
California State Flags.

You go to your office manager's baby shower - the parent's are named
Judy and Becky.

When your church elects a new Bishop who abandoned his family and two
young daughters to fulfill his sexual urges with another man.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from
San Francisco.

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