You know you're in the city when...

I was thinking I should start a thing, saying..."You know you're in the city, when...". I figured I could start it with...

1. You know you're in the city, when you're walking down the street, and you see a transvestite, in a hot pink tube-top.

This story comes from, when my sister and I were on our way to the Tattered Covered Book Store (which, I might add is a very cool book store) and there was this woman? Or was it a man? I came to find out afterwards that it was a transvestite. Well, anyway, we were both walking down the street and I spied this person at the end of the street. Naturally, I couldn't help but look. Apparently, I was looking to much, and as we walked by, flipped around and asked me, "What Beeyitch?!". I tried to pretend like I didn't look. Erin and I just walked away, without even looking at her. Needless to say, she/he scared me :).

2. You know you're in the city, when there are people outside of KFC, picketing cruelty to chickens.

Seriously though, Erin and I were on our way home, and outside of KFC, there were probably about 10 people or so all holding signs. "Chickens Scalded Alive" "KFC Kills" "Cruelty To Chickens". Those were only a few of them. They were nice signs though. Printed from the computer on poster board. They may have been picketing cruelty to chickens, but I was surprised there weren't people behind them pciketing the killing of trees to make useless signs. :)

Those are just a few of the interesting encouters I've had since I've been here. I'm not even going to mention the funny smell in the elevator, the complicated parking garages with confusing signs, and the amount of time I actually spend getting lost :). Ah, the joys of living in the city :).