I’m not from Rochester

I just live here. Apparently, I’ve lived here long enough to find many of these “You know you’re from Rochester when…” things pretty funny.

My favorites:
You thought that you had figured out that alternate-parking thing, but wind up with a ticket anyway.

Your baby’s first word is “Wegmans.” (In my case, he’ll probably start asking when we’re going to go and see “Danny” again.)

Your low-fat diet is never low enough to exclude an Abbott’s custard. (Not that I believe in low-fat diets.)

In winter if the temperature hits 45 degrees and the sun comes out, people walk around downtown wearing shades and no jackets.