Meme stolen from anghockey!
Following anghockey's lead, I'm bolding the ones that are true. :)
You Know You're From New York City When...
You say "the city" and expect everyone to know that this means Manhattan.
You have never been to the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building.
You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle
to Battery Park at 3:30 on the Friday before a long weekend, but can’t find
Wisconsin on a map.
Hookers and the homeless are invisible.
The subway makes sense.
You believe that being able to swear at people in their own
language makes you multi-lingual.
You've considered stabbing someone just for saying "The Big Apple".
The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.
You call an 8' x 10' plot of patchy grass a yard.
You consider Westchester "upstate".
You think Central Park is "nature."
You see nothing odd about the speed of an auctioneer's speaking. (but that, my friends, I learned in Pennsylvania -- at an Amish horse auction :D)
You're paying $1,200 for a studio the size of a walk-in closet
and you think it’s a "steal."
You've been to New Jersey twice and got hopelessly lost both times.
You pay more each month to park your car than most people in
the U.S. pay in rent.
You haven't seen more than twelve stars in the night sky since
you went away to camp as a kid. (change that to college)
You go to dinner at 9 and head out to the clubs when most Americans
are heading to bed. (Liz and I head out to wander around and watch the people who are going to the clubs, at least... :p)
Your closet is filled with black clothes.
You haven't heard the sound of true absolute silence since the 80s,
and when you did, it terrified you.
You pay $5 without blinking for a beer that cost the bar 28 cents. (but that was in Florence)
You take fashion seriously. (somewhat)
Being truly alone makes you nervous.
You have 27 different menus next to your telephone.
Going to Brooklyn is considered a "road trip."
America west of the Hudson is still theoretical to you.
You've gotten jaywalking down to an art form.
You take a taxi to get to your health club to exercise.
Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing
on your toes.
$50 worth of groceries fit in one paper bag.
You have a minimum of five "worst cab ride ever" stories.
You don't notice sirens anymore.
You live in a building with a larger population than most
American towns.
Your doorman is Russian, your grocer is Korean your deli man is Israeli,
your building super is Italian, your laundry guy is Chinese, your favorite
bartender is Irish, your favorite diner owner is Greek, the watchseller on your
corner is Senegalese, your last cabbie was Pakistani, your newsstand guy
is Indian and your favorite falafel guy is Egyptian. (Well, my two main doormen are Polish and Pakistani and my favorite falafel guy is Egyptian)
You're suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you.
You secretly envy cabbies for their driving skills.
You think $7.00 to cross a bridge is a fair price.
Your door has more than three locks. (It has exactly three...)
Your favorite movie has DeNiro in it.
You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression.
You run when you see a flashing "Do Not Walk" sign at the intersection.
You're 35 years old and don't have a driver's license. (But I'm 18 and don't have one, which to many people my age is simply shocking)
You ride in a subway car with no air conditioning just because there are seats available.
You're willing to take in strange people as roommates simply to help pay the rent.
There is no North and South. It's uptown or downtown.
When you're away from home, you miss "real" pizza and "real" bagels.
You know the differences between all the different Ray's Pizzas.
You're not in the least bit interested in going to Times Square on New Year's Eve.
Your internal clock is permanently set to know when Alternate Side of the Street parking
regulations are in effect.
You know what a bodega is.
You know how to fold the New York Times in half, vertically, so that you can read
it on the subway or bus without knocking off other passenger's hats.
Someone bumps into you, and you check for your wallet.....
You cringe at hearing people pronounce Houston St. like the city in Texas
Film crews on your block annoy you, not excite you.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from NYC.
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...when it seems perfectly fair and natural that your city is the only one in this meme that gets to be distinguished from its state. :D
Okay, those were far too accurate. This one, on the other hand, has only a scattering of true statements -- which makes sense, since I've lived in New York for eighteen years and PA for only one.
You Know You're From Pennsylvania When...
You've never referred to Philadelphia as anything but "Philly." And New
Jersey has always been "Jersey."
You refer to Pennsylvania as "PA."
"You guys" is a perfectly acceptable reference to a group of men & women.
You know how to respond to the question "Djeetyet?" (Didyoueatyet?)
You learned to pronounce Bryn Mawr, Wilkes-Barre, Schuylkill, Bala Cynwyd,
Duquesne, New Tripoli, Tunkhannock, Punxsutawney, Tamaqua, Susquehanna,
Allegheny, and Monongahela. (I *think* I know how to pronounce those, anyway)
You know what a "Mummer" is, and are disappointed if you can't catch at least
highlights of the parade.
The first day of buck and the first day of doe season are school holidays.
You can use the phrase "fire hall wedding reception" and not even bat an eye.
You can't go to a wedding without hearing the "Chicken Dance," at least one
Polka and either an Italian song (sung in Italian,) or "Hava Nagila."
At least 5 people on your block have electric "candles" in all or most of
their windows all year long.
You know what a "Hex sign" is.
You know what a "State Store" is, and your out of state friends find it
incredulous that you can't purchase liquor at the mini-mart.
You own only three condiments "A-1, Heinz 57 and Heinz ketchup".
Words like "hoagie", "crick", "chipped ham", "sticky buns", "shoo-fly pie",
"pierogies" and "pocketbook" actually mean something to you.
You can eat cold pizza (even for breakfast) and know others who do the same.
You know several places to purchase or that serve Scrapple, Summer Sausage
(Lebanon Bologna), and Hot Bacon Dressing.
One of the highlights of your life was a field trip to Penn's Cave and Horseshoe curve.
You know exactly what to do when your mother tells you to "red up" your room.
You know the time and location of every "wing night" in a 20 mile radius.
You don't think people from Philly or Pittsburgh talk funny.
You don't understand all the hype about Rolling Rock beer;
You've been drinking it for years even though Iron City is better.
You consider an exotic vacation to be a trip to Ocean City, Virginia Beach,
or Myrtle Beach.
Words like "hoagie", "chipped ham", and "pop" actually mean something to you.
You think very little of an Amish buggy on the road.
You learned long ago how to "step carefully" around the buggy tie-ups in the
supermarket parking lot.
You can go 2 weeks in winter without sunshine and think this is normal.
You know that Blue Ball, Intercourse, Climax, Bird-in-Hand, Virginville,
Paradise, Mars, and Slippery Rock are all PA towns. (but this certainly calls for a college ROAD TRIP some day)
There is no such thing as a "Philly Cheesesteak".
It's just called a "Cheesesteak."
You know that Eucre is a card game and not a form of vomiting.
You not only have heard of Birch Beer, but you know that it comes in
several colors: Red, Blue, White, Brown, Gold.
You know what REAL potpie is.
You ask the waitress for "dippy eggs" for breakfast.
Your turkey has "filling," not "stuffing," and most certainly, NOT "dressing."
You consider Pittsburgh to be "out west,"
and you know the fastest way to Philly is the Turnpike.
When it snows, they put cinders on the roads instead of sand.
Know that Yuengling is pronounced "Ying-ling," and believe
that it really is a premium beer
You know that a green pepper is not a pepper at all but a "mango".
You have an uncontrollable urge to buy bread and milk
when you hear the word "snow."
You live within two miles of a plant that makes potato
chips, corn chips, pretzels, candy, or ice cream, or
that packages turkeys, beans, or bologna.
You can stop along the road to buy fruits, vegetables,
or crafts on the "honor system."
You know what REAL pot pie is.
YOUR turkey has "filling," not "stuffing," and most
certainly, NOT "dressing."
You know that chicken corn soup from a fire house is
the most nearly perfect food on earth.
You say things like, "Outen the lights," "I'm calling
off today," and "They're calling for snow."
You've heard of distelfinks and hex signs.
You only buy your beer and soda by the case.
You think the roads in any other state are smooth.
You know the Penn State cheer, and although you've
never attended Penn State, you are a most obnoxious
Penn State fan.
Hearing horses clopping down a paved street doesn't
bring you to the window to see what's going on outside. (This is a New York thing, though)
You never see any Confederate Flags, except on the
Gettysburg Battlefield.
You prefer Hershey's Chocolate to Godiva.
School closings due to snow take the radio stations
a half an hour to finish, because just about every town
has its own school district.
You have the Rolling Rock bottle memorized: "From the
glass lined tanks of Old Latrobe, we tender this premium
beer for your enjoyment. . . . "
Elect pro-life Democrats and pro-choice Republicans
for Governor
Frequently go "with," e.g., "You going to the market?
Mind if I come with?"
Refer to something as "a whole nother," e.g., "That's a
whole nother issue."
You REALLY HATE antiquers. On Sunday mornings you would
scream "Go back to Jersey!" at least once on the way to church.
When you were a kid and somebody really pissed you
off, you said, "I'm gonna deck you!"
You know the expression, "Hey naw! Watchya dewin'?"
You know where to buy "Opera Fudge" and that it has
absolutely no connection to the Opera.
The only Jewish people that you've ever met have been
from New York or New Jersey.
You love the Phillies (unless they stink) in which case
you love the Orioles (unless they stink) in which case
you solemnly swear that you've never even liked the
Phillies or the Orioles, but have always been a Penn
State fan.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Pennsylvania.
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Dippy eggs!!!! :D :D :D
So what's a REAL pot pie? Anyone? Bueller?
ETA on a fandom note: Happy birthday, Ginny Weasley! It would seem my one piece of fanfiction is finally completely AU, which makes me a little sadder than I expected it to. But it had to happen eventually, and for most people it happened a year ago -- it feels like the end of an era, though. I doubt I'll ever write another fic again, or at least not a serious one, and it's sad that the only one I had is no longer at all canon. I'm thrilled, though, that JKR keeps showing us how much she loves the Weasley family on her website -- and Ginny especially. There was no need to list her as one of her favorite characters, or give her full name, or tell us her birthday. But she DID. Take that, wetdishrag!Ginny theorists. :p
You Know You're From New York City When...
You say "the city" and expect everyone to know that this means Manhattan.
You have never been to the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building.
You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle
to Battery Park at 3:30 on the Friday before a long weekend, but can’t find
Wisconsin on a map.
Hookers and the homeless are invisible.
The subway makes sense.
You believe that being able to swear at people in their own
language makes you multi-lingual.
You've considered stabbing someone just for saying "The Big Apple".
The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.
You call an 8' x 10' plot of patchy grass a yard.
You consider Westchester "upstate".
You think Central Park is "nature."
You see nothing odd about the speed of an auctioneer's speaking. (but that, my friends, I learned in Pennsylvania -- at an Amish horse auction :D)
You're paying $1,200 for a studio the size of a walk-in closet
and you think it’s a "steal."
You've been to New Jersey twice and got hopelessly lost both times.
You pay more each month to park your car than most people in
the U.S. pay in rent.
You haven't seen more than twelve stars in the night sky since
you went away to camp as a kid. (change that to college)
You go to dinner at 9 and head out to the clubs when most Americans
are heading to bed. (Liz and I head out to wander around and watch the people who are going to the clubs, at least... :p)
Your closet is filled with black clothes.
You haven't heard the sound of true absolute silence since the 80s,
and when you did, it terrified you.
You pay $5 without blinking for a beer that cost the bar 28 cents. (but that was in Florence)
You take fashion seriously. (somewhat)
Being truly alone makes you nervous.
You have 27 different menus next to your telephone.
Going to Brooklyn is considered a "road trip."
America west of the Hudson is still theoretical to you.
You've gotten jaywalking down to an art form.
You take a taxi to get to your health club to exercise.
Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing
on your toes.
$50 worth of groceries fit in one paper bag.
You have a minimum of five "worst cab ride ever" stories.
You don't notice sirens anymore.
You live in a building with a larger population than most
American towns.
Your doorman is Russian, your grocer is Korean your deli man is Israeli,
your building super is Italian, your laundry guy is Chinese, your favorite
bartender is Irish, your favorite diner owner is Greek, the watchseller on your
corner is Senegalese, your last cabbie was Pakistani, your newsstand guy
is Indian and your favorite falafel guy is Egyptian. (Well, my two main doormen are Polish and Pakistani and my favorite falafel guy is Egyptian)
You're suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you.
You secretly envy cabbies for their driving skills.
You think $7.00 to cross a bridge is a fair price.
Your door has more than three locks. (It has exactly three...)
Your favorite movie has DeNiro in it.
You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression.
You run when you see a flashing "Do Not Walk" sign at the intersection.
You're 35 years old and don't have a driver's license. (But I'm 18 and don't have one, which to many people my age is simply shocking)
You ride in a subway car with no air conditioning just because there are seats available.
You're willing to take in strange people as roommates simply to help pay the rent.
There is no North and South. It's uptown or downtown.
When you're away from home, you miss "real" pizza and "real" bagels.
You know the differences between all the different Ray's Pizzas.
You're not in the least bit interested in going to Times Square on New Year's Eve.
Your internal clock is permanently set to know when Alternate Side of the Street parking
regulations are in effect.
You know what a bodega is.
You know how to fold the New York Times in half, vertically, so that you can read
it on the subway or bus without knocking off other passenger's hats.
Someone bumps into you, and you check for your wallet.....
You cringe at hearing people pronounce Houston St. like the city in Texas
Film crews on your block annoy you, not excite you.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from NYC.
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...when it seems perfectly fair and natural that your city is the only one in this meme that gets to be distinguished from its state. :D
Okay, those were far too accurate. This one, on the other hand, has only a scattering of true statements -- which makes sense, since I've lived in New York for eighteen years and PA for only one.
You Know You're From Pennsylvania When...
You've never referred to Philadelphia as anything but "Philly." And New
Jersey has always been "Jersey."
You refer to Pennsylvania as "PA."
"You guys" is a perfectly acceptable reference to a group of men & women.
You know how to respond to the question "Djeetyet?" (Didyoueatyet?)
You learned to pronounce Bryn Mawr, Wilkes-Barre, Schuylkill, Bala Cynwyd,
Duquesne, New Tripoli, Tunkhannock, Punxsutawney, Tamaqua, Susquehanna,
Allegheny, and Monongahela. (I *think* I know how to pronounce those, anyway)
You know what a "Mummer" is, and are disappointed if you can't catch at least
highlights of the parade.
The first day of buck and the first day of doe season are school holidays.
You can use the phrase "fire hall wedding reception" and not even bat an eye.
You can't go to a wedding without hearing the "Chicken Dance," at least one
Polka and either an Italian song (sung in Italian,) or "Hava Nagila."
At least 5 people on your block have electric "candles" in all or most of
their windows all year long.
You know what a "Hex sign" is.
You know what a "State Store" is, and your out of state friends find it
incredulous that you can't purchase liquor at the mini-mart.
You own only three condiments "A-1, Heinz 57 and Heinz ketchup".
Words like "hoagie", "crick", "chipped ham", "sticky buns", "shoo-fly pie",
"pierogies" and "pocketbook" actually mean something to you.
You can eat cold pizza (even for breakfast) and know others who do the same.
You know several places to purchase or that serve Scrapple, Summer Sausage
(Lebanon Bologna), and Hot Bacon Dressing.
One of the highlights of your life was a field trip to Penn's Cave and Horseshoe curve.
You know exactly what to do when your mother tells you to "red up" your room.
You know the time and location of every "wing night" in a 20 mile radius.
You don't think people from Philly or Pittsburgh talk funny.
You don't understand all the hype about Rolling Rock beer;
You've been drinking it for years even though Iron City is better.
You consider an exotic vacation to be a trip to Ocean City, Virginia Beach,
or Myrtle Beach.
Words like "hoagie", "chipped ham", and "pop" actually mean something to you.
You think very little of an Amish buggy on the road.
You learned long ago how to "step carefully" around the buggy tie-ups in the
supermarket parking lot.
You can go 2 weeks in winter without sunshine and think this is normal.
You know that Blue Ball, Intercourse, Climax, Bird-in-Hand, Virginville,
Paradise, Mars, and Slippery Rock are all PA towns. (but this certainly calls for a college ROAD TRIP some day)
There is no such thing as a "Philly Cheesesteak".
It's just called a "Cheesesteak."
You know that Eucre is a card game and not a form of vomiting.
You not only have heard of Birch Beer, but you know that it comes in
several colors: Red, Blue, White, Brown, Gold.
You know what REAL potpie is.
You ask the waitress for "dippy eggs" for breakfast.
Your turkey has "filling," not "stuffing," and most certainly, NOT "dressing."
You consider Pittsburgh to be "out west,"
and you know the fastest way to Philly is the Turnpike.
When it snows, they put cinders on the roads instead of sand.
Know that Yuengling is pronounced "Ying-ling," and believe
that it really is a premium beer
You know that a green pepper is not a pepper at all but a "mango".
You have an uncontrollable urge to buy bread and milk
when you hear the word "snow."
You live within two miles of a plant that makes potato
chips, corn chips, pretzels, candy, or ice cream, or
that packages turkeys, beans, or bologna.
You can stop along the road to buy fruits, vegetables,
or crafts on the "honor system."
You know what REAL pot pie is.
YOUR turkey has "filling," not "stuffing," and most
certainly, NOT "dressing."
You know that chicken corn soup from a fire house is
the most nearly perfect food on earth.
You say things like, "Outen the lights," "I'm calling
off today," and "They're calling for snow."
You've heard of distelfinks and hex signs.
You only buy your beer and soda by the case.
You think the roads in any other state are smooth.
You know the Penn State cheer, and although you've
never attended Penn State, you are a most obnoxious
Penn State fan.
Hearing horses clopping down a paved street doesn't
bring you to the window to see what's going on outside. (This is a New York thing, though)
You never see any Confederate Flags, except on the
Gettysburg Battlefield.
You prefer Hershey's Chocolate to Godiva.
School closings due to snow take the radio stations
a half an hour to finish, because just about every town
has its own school district.
You have the Rolling Rock bottle memorized: "From the
glass lined tanks of Old Latrobe, we tender this premium
beer for your enjoyment. . . . "
Elect pro-life Democrats and pro-choice Republicans
for Governor
Frequently go "with," e.g., "You going to the market?
Mind if I come with?"
Refer to something as "a whole nother," e.g., "That's a
whole nother issue."
You REALLY HATE antiquers. On Sunday mornings you would
scream "Go back to Jersey!" at least once on the way to church.
When you were a kid and somebody really pissed you
off, you said, "I'm gonna deck you!"
You know the expression, "Hey naw! Watchya dewin'?"
You know where to buy "Opera Fudge" and that it has
absolutely no connection to the Opera.
The only Jewish people that you've ever met have been
from New York or New Jersey.
You love the Phillies (unless they stink) in which case
you love the Orioles (unless they stink) in which case
you solemnly swear that you've never even liked the
Phillies or the Orioles, but have always been a Penn
State fan.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Pennsylvania.
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Dippy eggs!!!! :D :D :D
So what's a REAL pot pie? Anyone? Bueller?
ETA on a fandom note: Happy birthday, Ginny Weasley! It would seem my one piece of fanfiction is finally completely AU, which makes me a little sadder than I expected it to. But it had to happen eventually, and for most people it happened a year ago -- it feels like the end of an era, though. I doubt I'll ever write another fic again, or at least not a serious one, and it's sad that the only one I had is no longer at all canon. I'm thrilled, though, that JKR keeps showing us how much she loves the Weasley family on her website -- and Ginny especially. There was no need to list her as one of her favorite characters, or give her full name, or tell us her birthday. But she DID. Take that, wetdishrag!Ginny theorists. :p