You think walking uphill for several blocks is an adventure.
You congest foot traffic at Pier 39 to take a picture.
When riding the Powel/Hyde Street Cable Car, one hand is holding on for dear life while the other is holding a camcorder.
You drive across the Golden Gate Bridge and turn right around.
The ?Bush Man? scares the crap out of you.
You walk around Union Square with a map.
You find the derelicts on MUNI charming.
You stop and gawk at ?The Silver Guys.?
You can?t tune out a loud homeless person.
You wonder why the hillside houses ?don?t fall into each other.?
You hope to experience an earthquake just to see what they feel like.
You wonder where all those pink shopping bags came from.
You?re willing to pay $4 to ride the cable car to Fisherman?s Wharf; $2 from the California StreetLine and another $2 to transfer onto the Powell Street Line. (If you want to get to the Wharf any native knows you can just take the F Line from Market & California ? DUH!)
When you ask for directions, you can?t understand why someone would look at you with such disdain.
You don?t see Willie Brown as a money hungry freak.
You have no idea what a Street Sheet is.
You think the knickknacks from Chinatown will last for awhile.