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

Ok, I've got a new one-a-day calendar so I'm just going to keep sending 
messages out until the calendar matches the correct day. I think that 
means five, since today is actually the fifth. Then, we're back to 
normal...although for the past few months, that wouldn't be normal. Oh 
well, it's at least something approximating normality.            -dave
         




     
Your co-worker tells you s/he have 8 body piercings but none are visible. 

When someone says TENDERLOIN - you don't think of steak. You think of
danger. 

You make over $100,000 and still can't afford a house. 

You take a bus and are shocked at 2 people carrying on a conversation in
English. 

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

You can't remember... is pot illegal? 

You've been to more than one baby shower that has two mothers and a sperm
donor. 

You have a very strong opinion about where your coffee beans are grown and
can taste the difference between Sumatra and Ethiopian. 

A really great parking space can move you to tears. 

You know that anyone wearing shorts in April is just visiting from Ohio. 

You assume every company offers domestic partner benefits. 

Your boss runs in "The Bay to Breakers".... it's the first time you have
seen him/her nude. 

Your child's 3rd grade teacher has two pierced ears, a nose ring and is
named "Breeze." And, after telling that to a friend, they still need to
ask if the teacher is male or female. 

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. 

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

A woman walks on the bus with live poultry. 
You don't notice. 

You think any guy with a George Clooney haircut must be visiting from the
midwest. 

You know that any woman with a George Clooney haircut is not a tourist. 

You keep a list of companies to boycott. 

Your hairdresser is straight, your plumber is gay, the woman who delivers
your mail is straight and your Mary Kay Lady is a guy in drag.