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Dec. 14th, 2004 03:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timepiececlockI looked at this joke list of "You Know You're From the Bay Area When" here: http://www.blogthings.com/bay-area.html
Most of the jokes were kind of lame, and there was a lot missing, but I posted the ones that I felt were accurate to my or my family's life, and bolded the few that were particularly appropriate.
You make $120,000 a year, yet still can't find a place to live.
Your commute time is 45 minutes and you live 8 miles away.
You know vast differences between Thai, Vietnemese, Chinese, Japanese, Cantonese, and Korean food.
You think that "I'm going to Fry's" is an acceptable excuse to leave the office for a while, and your boss does too.
You know that 280 North goes west and that 680 North goes east.
It rained ... and your birdbath fell over ... or your tree fell over ... or a utility pole fell over.
It rained ... and the spiders came in ... and the ants came in ... and the mice came in.
You get email from a co-worker at 10:00PM ... and you are both still in the office.
None of the people you work with are bible thumpers.
The last one is the only one that sort of touched on the politics of the Bay Area, which is odd because we're a fairly politically minded part of the state, and someting like an 70 or 80 percent majority liberal.
Word about the rain though. We've had fences fall over, MANY trees fall over, and yeah, a telephone pole once too. And that's just on my block. I wouldn't say it rains a terribly lot here, but when it does it often rains with a sense of spite.
I've never had mice come in, though. But the ants and the earthworms and the snails all go out onto the sidewalks when it rains and you can't walk without stepping on a few.
Most of the jokes were kind of lame, and there was a lot missing, but I posted the ones that I felt were accurate to my or my family's life, and bolded the few that were particularly appropriate.
You make $120,000 a year, yet still can't find a place to live.
Your commute time is 45 minutes and you live 8 miles away.
You know vast differences between Thai, Vietnemese, Chinese, Japanese, Cantonese, and Korean food.
You think that "I'm going to Fry's" is an acceptable excuse to leave the office for a while, and your boss does too.
You know that 280 North goes west and that 680 North goes east.
It rained ... and your birdbath fell over ... or your tree fell over ... or a utility pole fell over.
It rained ... and the spiders came in ... and the ants came in ... and the mice came in.
You get email from a co-worker at 10:00PM ... and you are both still in the office.
None of the people you work with are bible thumpers.
The last one is the only one that sort of touched on the politics of the Bay Area, which is odd because we're a fairly politically minded part of the state, and someting like an 70 or 80 percent majority liberal.
Word about the rain though. We've had fences fall over, MANY trees fall over, and yeah, a telephone pole once too. And that's just on my block. I wouldn't say it rains a terribly lot here, but when it does it often rains with a sense of spite.
I've never had mice come in, though. But the ants and the earthworms and the snails all go out onto the sidewalks when it rains and you can't walk without stepping on a few.
