San Fran Voice

Following is a list of “you know you’re from San Francisco when” thoughts which were pulled together from Internet sources.  It’s a great list, but I think that my readers can do better.  I’ve got plenty of my own to add in too, so send yours as comments and I’ll get a post up ASAP with the better list.

Note – I couldn’t figure out the original source of the list but the sources I used were Only in SF, Craigslist, and Yelp.  I didn’t include everything on those lists so feel free to check them out.

• You know you’re from San Francisco when a man gets on the bus in full leather regalia and crotchless chaps. You don’t even notice.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when a really great parking space can move you to tears.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when dive bars have great high end bourbons and scotches.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when left is right and right is wrong.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when paying $1500 / month in rent doesn’t guarantee an elevator in your building.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when the last flag you saw was rainbow, not American.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when the neighbors in your complex are a senior citizen, a tranny, a twink, a D.J. frat boy, a hippie couple, and Guatemalan family.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when through years of practice, you have perfected the art of the helpless looking “sorry, I’m broke” shrug that you use when someone asks you for change.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when you anticipate tourist season.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when 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 know you’re from San Francisco when you breathe a sigh of relief as you drive over the bay bridge into the city and you see the soothing fog tumbling over Twin Peaks.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when you bring friends to town, go walking, and they’re panting as you all trudge up a hill…and you’re wondering why they’re so tired.  And you have buns of steel from your daily commute.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when you can’t name any city east of Berkeley … and you’ve been meaning to get over there but it’s just SO far away.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when you consider hamburgers a “rare treat”.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when you experience “commitment issues” when deciding who to hang out with next weekend.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when you feel prudish for never having had a threesome.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when you found everything you own, the place you keep at it and the people who help you move it from Craigslist.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when you know that anyone wearing shorts in July must be visiting.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when you know who Frank Chu is.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when you make over $100,000 annually and don’t think you’ll ever be able to own your own home.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when you re-park your car every two hours and know when street cleaning happens on which streets.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when you see your boss running naked in “Bay to Breakers” .. and it’s not the first time you’ve seen him in the nude.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when you take a bus and are shocked that two people are carrying on a conversation in English.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when you think 42 degrees is really cold and 67 degrees is really warm.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when you think a massage and DJ-ing are forms of currency.
• You know you’re from San Francisco when you’re at a baseball game and between innings, the screen reads “Ryan, will you marry me? Love, Jeremy.”
• You know you’re from San Francisco when you’ve turned all the food delivery flyers stuck to your door into a collage and people are critiquing it at a bar-slash-art-gallery-slash-nightclub.