You Know You're in My Town When...

I just have one that struck me in particular this month: you know you're in Honolulu when on Easter, you see someone in an Easter bunny costume stand up paddle boarding at the beach.

You know you're in Cub Run Hart County when there are Amish everywhere. (more Amish than "English", for real.)

You know you're in Cub Run when you're already out of Cub Run.

You know you're in London when you can be outside a modern office block and turn one corner and end up in a Victorian-style street.
You know you're in London when more people you walk past are tourists than locals.
You know you're in London when you have to dodge people taking photos every time you walk anywhere near a famous landmark.
You know you're in London when every other shop is a souvenir shop covered in Union Jacks.

You know you're in Cumbria when you turn on local radio and they're talking about sheep/lambs.

You know you're in Chelmsford when people start making Essex jokes

You know you're in the Poconos when they're are more trees than people.

You know you're in my town when 4/20 is the only day people don't get high.

Danse Macabre.:

you know you're in the bronx when it's three a.m. and someone is blasting bachata from their car.
you know you're in the bronx when no one looks at a stop light.
you know you're in the bronx when the bus driver ignores a stop solely because they don't like it.
you know you're in the bronx when the two train says "fuck it" and skips ten stops, just because.
you know you're in the bronx when your neighbor lives in an apartment building but keeps roosters in her backyard.
you know you're in the bronx when it's raining and almost everyone is wearing a garbage bag either over their hair or their shoes.
you know you're in the bronx when it's a sunday afternoon only slightly warm and the park is filled to the brim with families barbecuing.

you know you're in manhattan when you encounter a different kind of culture shock in every neighborhood.
you know you're in manhattan when you see a dude dressed up in a giant cookie monster suit.
you know you're in manhattan when all the buses are high tec.
you know you're in manhattan when you stop seeing new yorkers and you start seeing college students.
you know you're in manhattan when you have numbered avenues and streets intersecting.

you know you're in downtown manhattan when every cool building has a giant ass purple NYU sign.

you know you're in st. mark's when you stop seeing hipsters and start seeing gutter punks.
you know you're in st. mark's when every other store is a tattoo/piercing place.
you know you're in st. mark's when there are 7 japanese karaoke bars on one block.
you know you're in st. mark's when you can't walk three steps without being asked if you want to buy a bong/pipe.
you know you're in st. mark's when almost every food place is some kind of asian (japanese, korean, vietnamese, etc).
you know you're in st. mark's when the only small time church is a spanish one.

you know you're in the village when there are 6 different vintage stores at one intersection.

You know you're in Manhattan when you tell people that and they assume you mean in New York but are really talking about Kansas.

You know you're in northern New Jersey when it's an accomplishment to not see/hear police cars driving in front of your house for one day.

You know you're in my town when you see people pushing their dishwashers down the street rather than getting a vehicle to drive them home.

You know you're in my town where's always a group of teens hanging out in the Salvation Army parking lot from 10pm until around 3am.

You know you're in my town when people bring their own ladders into town so they can hang out on store rooftops.

You know you are in Franklinton when you see a million cows and horses.

You know you're in Pigeon Forge when instead of commercials for the new Hatfield and McCoy TV show, you see ads for the local dinner theatre's Country Tonight-esque show where they basically do dueling banjos.

You know you're in Crosby when it's Saturday night and half the town is at the Crawfish Shack and going drunk mudding in their fourwheelers afterwards. Rednecks.

You know when you're in Nottingham when someone stabs you in the eye with a broken glass bottle and throws a heroin needle at you as an apology.

You know you're in Juarez City when you see decapitated and mutilated corpses on the streets or hanged up on bridges.

You know you're in Cahokia (my hometown) when you walk into any store and everyone's wearing houseshoes with dirty pj pants. AND they're hair is only half done / braided with weave >.>

You know you're in my town when a five minute drive takes about 30 minutes because of construction
You know you're in my town when your town has been working to reconstruct the same thing for over five years
You know you're in my town when they ripped up the beautiful green in the middle of town to replace it with cement. (idiots....)
You know you are in my town when no one really goes downtown anymore

You know you're in my town when while marching, a big ass hawk greets the color guard with it's dinner. The stinky way.

you know you're in my town when kids drive their tractors to prom

You know you're in Denver when 11% humidity is considered super humid.
You know you're in Denver when three feet of snow does not mean school's cancelled.
You know you're in Denver when sixteen-year-olds smoke heroin like they're smoking bud.
You know you're in Denver when "Yeah, all my friends just do heroin now" - "Oh my god, I know, right?" is common small talk.
You know you're in Denver when it's perfectly acceptable to smoke a blunt while walking down a major street.
You know you're in Denver when you don't even know the real name for Stoner Hill, but you go there every day.