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.
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.