I've been accused that I don't know the difference 
between the Southern California and the Northern one.  Geez, 
last I checked, it was still one state.  Anyway, I wasn't done yet...  
{evil grin}

LadyHawke
*~*~*~*~*~*

 You Know You Are In San Francisco When...

Your co-worker tells you s/he have 8 body piercings 
but none are visible.

When someone says TENDERLOIN - you don't think 
of steak. You think of danger.

You make over $100,000 and still can't afford a house.

You take a bus and are shocked at 2 people carrying on 
a conversation in English.

You never bother looking at the MUNI line schedule 
because you know the drivers have never seen it.

You can't remember... is pot illegal?

You've been to more than one baby shower that has 
two mothers and a sperm donor.

You have a very strong opinion where your coffee 
beans are grown and can taste the difference between 
Sumatra and Ethiopian.

A really great parking space can move you to tears.

You know that anyone wearing shorts in April is just 
visiting from Ohio.

You assume every company offers domestic partner 
benefits.

Your boss runs in "The Bay to Breakers".... it's the first 
time you have seen him/her nude.

Your child's 3rd grade teacher has two pierced ears, a nose 
ring and is named "Breeze." And, after telling that to a 
friend, they still need to ask if the teacher is male or female.

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 haven't been to Fisherman's Wharf since the first 
month you moved to SF, and you couldn't figure out how 
to drive to Coit Tower if your life depended on it.

A man walks on MUNI in full leather regalia and 
crotchless chaps. You don't notice.

A woman walks on MUNI with live poultry. You don't 
notice.

You think any guy with a George Clooney haircut must 
be visiting from the midwest.

You know that any woman with a George Clooney 
haircut is not a tourist.

You keep a list of companies to boycott.

Your hairdresser is straight, your plumber is gay, the 
woman who delivers your mail is straight and your 
Mary Kay Lady is a guy in drag.