06 Jul 2007

You Know You’re from California When

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Your monthly house payments exceed your monthly income.

You make over $300,000 and still can’t afford a house.

You take a bus and are shocked when two people carry on a conversation in English.

Your coworker has 8 body piercings and none are visible.

You speak Spanish, but you’re not Mexican.

Your child’s 3rd-grade teacher has purple hair, a nose ring, and is named Flower.

You don’t know anyone’s phone number unless you check your cell phone.

You’ve been to a baby shower that has two mothers and a sperm donor.

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

You begin to “lie” to your friends about how close you are when you know damn well that it’ll take you at least an hour to get there (see below).

Getting anywhere from point A to point B, no matter what the distance, takes about “twenty minutes.”

You drive to your neighborhood block party.

A really great parking space can totally move you to tears.

Gas is $1.00 per gallon more than anywhere else in the US

Unlike back home, the guy at 8:30 am at Starbucks wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses who looks like George Clooney really IS George Clooney.

You can’t remember … is pot illegal?

You pass an elementary school playground and the children are all busy with their cell phones or pagers.

It’s barely sprinkling rain outside, so you leave for work at least an hour early to avoid all the weather-related accidents.

Both you AND your dog have therapists, psychics, personal trainers and cosmetic surgeons.

You drive next to a Rolls Royce and don’t notice.

In the “winter,” you can go to the beach, ski at Big Bear, mow your lawn in your shorts and maybe get a sunburn all on the same day.

You eat a different ethnic food for every meal.

If your destination is more than 5 minutes away on foot, you’re definitely driving.

Calling your neighbors requires knowing their area code.

You know what “In-‘N-Out” is and feel bad for the other states that don’t have any.

You don’t stop at a STOP sign, you do a California roll.

You’ve partied in Tijuana at least 3 times and you can’t remember at least 1 of them.

You go to a tanning salon before you go to the beach.

Your have a permanent impression on the side of your head from your cell phone.

You know that Venice is a beach.

The waitress asks if you want “carbs” in your meal.

You know who the tinsel underwear dude in Venice Beach is.

You classify new people you meet by their Area Code. An “818” would never date a “562” and so on…

You call 911 and they put you on hold.

You have a gym membership because it’s mandatory.

The gym is packed at 3pm … on a workday.

You think you are better than the people who live “Over the Hill.” It doesn’t matter which side of the hill your home is, you are just better than they are.

You know that if you drive two miles in any direction you will find a McDonald’s or a Starbucks.

You know what “sigalert,” “PCB,” and “five” mean.

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

It’s barely sprinkling rain and there’s a report on every news station: “STORM WATCH.”

The Terminator is your governor.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from California.

PS — If you drive here illegally, they’ll take away your driver’s license. If you’re an illegal alien, they want to give you one!

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Hat tip to Robert Breedlove and Michael Pierson.

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20 Feedbacks on "You Know You’re from California When"

Kat

Hilarious! I especially love the ones you inserted at the end after Arnold. It’s so true.



Sara

omg! this is hilarious! I live in SF and this is so true hahahahaha
I luv california!



Tyler

hahahah!
I love this, it’s very true.
Especially the area code ones :/



Charlene

haha! but PCB I think is a typo…If it were PCH then it would stand for Pacific Coast Highway–
[Californian]



JDZ

Thanks for the suggestion. I didn’t catch the reference myself. I would correct it, but it’s not my text.



Maggie

Haha those are awesome, and so true.



Laura

I figured PCB was that toxin in plastic. But I don’t know what “five” is.



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Angela

@Laura “five” refers to the five freeway and it really should be “the five”



Nate

haha… you should add this to http://uknowpia.com! That’s hilarious.



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Katy

Hahaha. I live in the 831. these are SOOO true me and my friends were cracking up! and also, if someone says tehy’re from ‘cali’, they’re not from California. lol. and we have our own words, “dude, like, rad, totally, sick, chill” and we actually say OMG and ROFL



Julia

Eh. Most of these weren’t really true for me. Some were highly exaggerated variations on some aspects of living here, but the rest were just for SoCal



Matt

2 things : I cant remember if pot is illegal, and the cell phone one



ashley stein

I agree…these are funny but they mostly apply to southern california or big city areas



simone

It cracked me up how many of these are actually true, at least for SoCal, and I live in NorCal. That’s probably another “You know you’re from California when you abbreviates northern to NorCal and southern to SoCal.”
About the In’N’Out Burgers…that is so absolutely perfect. I love In’N’Out and DO sympathize to people who don’t have them.



Mads

You know your in california when your automatically cooler than everyone else.



Megan

Do they actually ask you if you want carbs in your meal or not? ahaha i’m from canada and they definitely don’t do that



Kaylee

Eh.. Some of these are true, but most of them are for So-Cal and I live in Nor-Cal lol



Adam

You can tell its written by someone who doesn’t like California.



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