This list has been done a gazillion times, but here’s my own version.

You know you’re a New Yorker when…..

Dinner is only a phone call away.

You have more packets of duck sauce and soy sauce in your fridge than food.

You have to walk in the street because people on the sidewalk are moving too slow.

Yiddish is your second language.

Manicured lawns, American flags and a sea of white faces scares the bejesus out of you.

You know when your neighbors are arguing or having sex.

Only other New Yorkers can understand you. Anyone who moved here after 1985 is a tourist.

You don’t need to pay for internet because you can steal any one of your neighbor’s.

You miss opportunities because you can’t lose your parking spot.

You are a bagel connoisseur.

You refuse to stop for pedestrians in those crosswalks outside of the city, but if it’s you walking, you just go and expect cars to stop. Because you’re a New Yorker.

If the gym is more than 3 blocks from your house, you ain’t joining.

You prefer to sit on your stoop than in your backyard.

A stoop? A backyard? What’s that? I live in a shoebox on the 16th floor!