A REAL NEW YORKER?

Someone emailed this to me a while ago.  I have no idea where it originally came from but it talks to me and I thought it would talk to anyone who lives in and loves this city.

Only those that grew up or lived in NYC can understand the meaning of this:

 There is no north and south. 

It’s ‘Uptown’ or ‘Downtown.’ 

If you’re really from New York, you have absolutely no concept 

of where north and south are…and east or west is ‘cross-town.’  

You know how to make an egg cream. 

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 the Bronx, Brooklyn , or Long Island , the minute you open your mouth. 

You return after 10 years and the first foods you want are a ‘real’ pizza from De Ninos or Joe & Pats, and a  ‘real’ bagel.

 A 500 square foot apartment is large.

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 group menus: 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 is in effect.   

You know what (and where) a bodega is. 

Someone bumps into you and you check for your wallet. 

You don’t even notice the lady walking down the street 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. (this always amazed me.)

 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!!!!!!!!!!!

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