Jan 15, 2009 01:18
So I found a group on Facebook called "You know you live in LA when..." Of course the page has way too many things on it, many of which don't even apply to my life here, but the ones that do are pretty accurate.
Here are the ones I found to be particularly true:
--You're sitting in traffic for at least an hour at any given part of the day
--You begin to "lie" to your friends about where you are (i.e. "Yeah I'm like 20 minutes away") - when you know that it'll take you at least an hour to get there).
--You eat a different ethnic food for every meal
--You've inadvertently learned Spanish. (I've actually learned more Spanish here than I ever did in Texas, but that might be because I'm around 2 bilingual guys at work all day. Also, I talk to a lot of Spanish-speaking people on the phone who will continue to speak Spanish to me even though they know I only speak English. I can't help but pick some up.)
--You know what "sigalert", "PCH", and "the five" mean.
--If your destination is more than 5 minutes away on foot, you're definitely driving.
--Your TV show is interrupted by a police chase.
--You drive next to a Rolls Royce and don't notice.
--Calling your neighbors requires knowing their area code.
--You have a favorite Thai restaurant.
--You think Manhattan is a beach.
--You've been to Disneyland more times than Downtown.
--You classify new people you meet by their Area Code. An "818" would never date a "562" and anyone from "323" or "213" is ghetto/second class. Best area code: "310." (Hells yeah!!!)
--You live 10 miles from work. It takes you 60 minutes to get home. (I only wish this were an exaggeration.)
--You have to yell at your bank teller through a 2 inch thick wall of plexi-glass. (Is this only in LA? I haven't encountered this in any other part of the country.)
--You personally know at least 3 people who have been in a movie or TV show. (Including myself!)
--You've gotten parking tickets from parking in the red zone in front of your house. (Unfortunately, this is TRUE.)
--The gym is packed at 3pm...on a workday. (This is because no one in Redondo Beach actually works, except apparently me and Mike.)