Du weißt dass du aus Wien bist wenn..

Auf Facebook eben die Gruppe “You know you’re from Vienna when..” entdeckt. Hier die Highlights:

You know you’re from Vienna when..

• you understand the guy in the Ubahn when he says “Zug fährt ab”
• you don’t think it is strange drinking beer at flex with a business man next to a sandler
• you know the guy at schottentor who wants money to call his wife in the hospital since years
• you can’t believe you can’t go to the opera for 2 euros each night anywhere else
• you act like putting money into the newspaper bags at weekend, but really stealing it
• you know what “A Eitrige mit an Buckl und an Blech” means and where to get the best ones in the middle of the night
• you are surprised if a waiter is friendly and fast
• at summertime you don’t get stopped from dressed-up-like-Mozart people who want to sell you tickets to overprized bad tourist concerts
• you’ve never been to a Sängerknaben-Konzert or Lippizaner-Show and will never do so.
• you know the difference between a Fiaker, an Einspänner, a Melange, a Großer Brauner and which one you like most
• you boycott starbucks

Die Youknow-Gruppen greifen derzeit um sich, fesch ist auch die hier:

You know you’re German if..

• Your front door has a sign with your family name made from salt dough.
• You carry a “4You” backpack.
• You call your cell phone “handy” and a projector “beamer”.
• You have asked your Asian-American friend, “No, but where are you *really* from?”
• You have gotten splinters from environmentally friendly toiled paper.
• You own a pair of jeans in a color other than blue.
• You were educated about sex by Dr. Sommer.
• You have ended an English sentence with “…, or?”.
• Your first sexual experience was on Sat1, Saturday night at 11pm.

“No, but where are you *really* from?” – ich fürchte, das ist mir auch schon passiert.. Köstlich.