You know you're a New Yorker when...
- You also have absolutely no concept of where north and south are - it is 'uptown' or 'downtown'and east or west is 'cross-town.'
- You're 35 years old and don't have a driver's license.
- You ride in a subway car with no air conditioning just because there are seats available.
- You take the train home and you know exactly where on the platform the doors will open that will leave you right in front of the exit stairway.
- You know what a 'regular' coffee is.
- It's not Manhattan...it's the 'city.'
- You cross the street any where but on the corners and you yell at cars for not respecting your right to do it.
- You move 3,000 miles away, spend 10 years learning the local language and people still know you're from Brooklyn, Long Island or the Bronx the minute you open your mouth.
- You return after 10 years and the first foods you want are a 'real' pizza and a 'real' bagel.
- A 500 square foot apartment is large.
- You know the differences between all the different Ray's Pizzas.
- You are not under the mistaken impression that any human being would be able to actually understand a P.A. announcement on the subway.
- You wouldn't bother ordering pizza in any other city.
- You get ready to order dinner every night and must choose from the major food groups which are: Chinese, Italian, Mexican or Indian.
- You're not 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 is in effect.
- You know what a bodega is.
- Someone bumps into you and you check for your wallet.
- You don't even notice the lady walking down the road having a perfectly normal conversation with herself.
- You pay 'only' $230 a month to park your car.
- You cringe at hearing people pronounce Houston St. like the city in Texas.
- The presidential visit is a major traffic jam, not an honor.
- You can nap on the subway and never miss your stop.
- The deli guy gives you a straw with any beverage you buy, even if it's a beer.
That's New York, baby! Ya gotta love it.